I have this friend that I met online in March (not on a dating or chatting site)... after chatting for about 2 weeks we met up in person. I stayed over at his place and he gave me a tour of his town. Nothing happened but I admit I started to develop feelings for him. Realising that he probably did not have the same feelings for me I tried to push them out of my mind and we haven't had much contact since then up until now.
I moved and now live much closer to him and invited him over as I am new to this town and don't know many people yet. Actually, I've been going through a really bad time this past month and really needed the company and support. So he came over, I made us dinner, we went out for a walk.. came back, talked... It was getting late so he said he had to get going.
I asked if he could stay (because I was feeling scared and vulnerable after something that had happened a week before) and he agreed. The problem was that I only just moved into a new apartment so I didn't have much furniture. I only have one bed and one set of bed linen. If I invited him to stay the night we'd have to share all of that.
It was NEVER in my plans that it would turn out like that. We were both sleeping there trying not to touch, unable to get to sleep both thinking the same thing, I'm sure. To be honest I really just wanted to spoon. After being and living alone for so long I was just dying for the touch and for a cuddle. We kind of naturally fell into a spooning position anyway (but still not touching). He was being so nice, he never tried to lay a finger on me...
I wanted to spoon so bad I reached back around to grab his arm to put around me. I got the feeling he was thinking "Oh finally!" when I did that as it just seemed so natural...
Still, neither of us could fall asleep no matter how tired we were or how late it was. Soon our hands were all over each other and then we were kissing. It was all so slow and wonderful and in my 30 something years of life, quite simply, the best sex I ever had. It seemed like he was making a real effort to please me, and not caring about whether I was doing anything for him. He was so gentle, passionate, sensual...
I would say we had sex but it felt more like we made love.
The next morning was a little bit awkward but not overly. I knew before I got myself into the situation that I'd have to deal with my feelings and brush them aside once more, as I knew I can't just expect him to want a relationship with me because we've slept together. Honestly I didn't expect to hear from him again either..
But today, 3 days later he sends me an email which is kind of cryptic and open-ended.. I think it alludes to him coming over again, well it would depending on how I reply. I haven't replied yet as I'm wondering a few things...
* Does he just think of me as a 'sex friend' or something more?
* Do you think he's got any form of emotional attachment to me? The reason I ask is because it was a beautiful kind of lovemaking and it wasn't about him getting his rocks off (like you see in porn movies). I know it sounds dumb but the way he made love it actually felt like he loved me, he was so tender and caring...
I'm torn because on one hand I would love to do it again but I don't think I can if I'm gonna feel more attached not knowing if he wants the same thing or not.
Some more background information - The first (and only) time I went over to his place he bought us dinner, and he let me sleep in his bed while he slept on the couch. When he came over this time he bought us ice cream, and he helped me do so household tasks to help me set up my place. He seemed worried when I was standing up on a chair and told me to get down and that he would do that instead... He has done all these little caring and romantic gestures for me but I'm not sure if it's just because he's a nice person (who does that for everyone) or he genuinely cares for me or what?
any ideas?
thanks.