The Official Relationship, Dating, or Talking Problems/Questions Thread

I've had his friend for about four years, and we've always been pretty mutual with nothing too dramatic nor too deep, she's always had a low self esteem. I always thought she was fine and crushed on her towards the beginning of our friendship but that didn't stick around for long. As of recently our conversations have been getting deeper and closer. On new years eve we hook up sober at the end of the night and she confesses her feelings on me. Telling me that she's been feeling me as of recently and really wants a relationship but also really wants to remain friends and doesn't want to fuck up what we already have and I feel the same way. We've hung out twice since new years eve and I've brought up the situation but we've ended up confused about our feelings for each other. We're at this crossroads of do we commit? or let it slide and let shit remain like they used to be?I myself wouldn't mind a relationship but I wanna get more physical with her and pipe but she's telling me that doesn't think she could handle having benefits and thinks she'd get to emotional. But I think she's trying to defend herself from getting hurt. Help me out fam...

Girl just broke up with her boyfriend, should I give her her space or just go for it?

Yo, so about a year ago I meet this girl, and immediately try to holla at her. About as quickly as I holla, I get shot down, know my place and fall back. So about a year passes and I dunno I guess every couple months I try to make contact she doesn't really respond to texts or whatever. Recently she hits me up and invites me over, she lives in another city so I gotta get up on some public transportation. Anyway I assume it's a booty call until I get there and we're hangin' with a bunch of mutual friends. We get back and both fall asleep. The next weekend I ask if she'd mind if I came up again. She says yeah or whatever so I go up and we just stay in, chill. All night she is doing all this boring stuff like watching videos on YouTube and playing on her phone, I don't really care because she's real hot. Fall asleep, wake up, make out or whatever. I go home, and like she been bad at answering messages, like I said. I message her and like try to make plans for the next weekend and she gets all "Oh I didn't think you'd wanna come back because I was so boring", is she purposely trying to bore me so that I leave her alone? If so what was the nature of the first hangin'? Should I just be straight up tell her, rather remind her, how hot I think she is? Damn.

^FWB she aint trynna commit B cant have all ya eggs in one basket = No chicken
You need some cooking oil to fry that pan B
Just make her suck ya dick and rethink

Yo, so about a year ago I meet this girl, and immediately try to holla at her. About as quickly as I holla, I get shot down, know my place and fall back. So about a year passes and I dunno I guess every couple months I try to make contact she doesn't really respond to texts or whatever. Recently she hits me up and invites me over, she lives in another city so I gotta get up on some public transportation. Anyway I assume it's a booty call until I get there and we're hangin' with a bunch of mutual friends. We get back and both fall asleep. The next weekend I ask if she'd mind if I came up again. She says yeah or whatever so I go up and we just stay in, chill. All night she is doing all this boring stuff like watching videos on YouTube and playing on her phone, I don't really care because she's real hot. Fall asleep, wake up, make out or whatever. I go home, and like she been bad at answering messages, like I said. I message her and like try to make plans for the next weekend and she gets all "Oh I didn't think you'd wanna come back because I was so boring", is she purposely trying to bore me so that I leave her alone? If so what was the nature of the first hangin'? Should I just be straight up tell her, rather remind her, how hot I think she is? Damn.

i had been seeing this girl who lives in the apt. below a friend of mine (a fairly obvious mistake) for around a month who was pretty cute, made me feel pretty good about myself (i am not a confident person by nature, so that was nice) and who i enjoyed being around; think of it being similar to a younger version of that old sitcom darma and greg - shes somewhat of a college slacker, i'm a stoic guy with an uncomfortably dry sense of humor afew out of college w/ a steady income ... anyway, things were going pretty well until she one day just stopped talking to me - random considering how she would tell me how much she enjoyed spending time with me and texting me "on the reg."

being a self-wallowing shell of a man, i only leave her a message (no response) and a text about a week later, just asking for a dvd i never got back from her (i even offer to let her hand it off to my friend/her neighbor; again, no response)... i don't try 'fighting' to get her back, because i'd prefer not to come off as a psycho (to her; i think i've already blown my cover here), and because she talked about her ex-boyfriend atleast once every time we hung out - once confusing my name for his (mini story: i hung out with her during her work break to pick up food the last time i see her - there are two neighboring restaurants along the street called asian taste and david's, and she goes 'oh! its your name" - i say, without a hint of sarcasm, offended-ness or any emotion really that ''my name is not asian taste... nor is it david' [i told you that my sense of humor is dry])

i felt like **** for awhile, even if i knew i really shouldn't.. i still thought about her, but i was more or less over it - mostly frustrated because i didn't know why she didn't have the common courtesy to atleast tell me that she was dumping me - until she texted me randomly the other night; to tell me that she liked an episode of a tv show i recommended to her (party down).. i was like wtf? that is what she has to say? because i have a sliver of self respect, i didn't engage in chit-chat, only texting 'can i get my dvd back?' which she immediately replies back to with smiley faces, exclamation marks and wishing me a happy new year.. again, wtf? she was talking me to like nothing had ever happened.. did i read the whole situation wrong? i was on a business trip (o u fancy), so i told her i'd call her over the weekend to pick it up. i figure at the very least i'll get my dvd back (bottle rocket, a wes anderson movie), and definitively know whether i was dumped or not.

so i call her yesterday, and naturally it goes to voicemail.. i'm convinced this bitch is going to ignore me again, after i get my hopes up finding out what the **** deal was. so after a few hours of not hearing back, i call my friend who lives above her, pretend that i want to hang out with him so he can unlock the front door (dick move, i know but i don't think he was pissed; he had a date over so i don't know why he invited me to hang out anyway) so i can get in the building and then i tell him i had to stop by her place first.. so i knock on the door, and since i can hear her music - something **** - she knows she can't not open the door -

so she opens the door and i'm like 'hey i brought jack daniels you want to have a drink?' she invites me in and is as cheery/normal as ever... so she starts talking about **** that i don't care about and instantly forget, and i tell her that i'm surprised that i heard from her, that it had been awhile and that i had kind of expected not to hear from her again. she tells me that that was not her intention and that we'd be friends first - and i'm thinking there it is, but was still not definitive enough for me - i need the knife to be driven deeper for clarification. at this point i have my first whiskey and soda. she tells me more stories that i don't give a **** about and asks if i want to hang out with her sometime soon - i think there is zero chance of that happening, but i say yes anyway.. she keeps talking and asks if i want to watch a movie. i say yes - self loathing - but that i need to say hello to my friend first. as i get up, i ask for clarification on whether we are officially done - she misheard me, and tells me that she has been seeing other people. i repeat the question, she says yes, that she is attracted to me and that i am a gentleman (...awesome), but she didn't think there was chemistry. i kill my drink, say hello to my friend and his date and tell them if i have any self respect i will be meeting up with them shortly - he is gay, and as much as i like hanging out with him, when i hang out with his gay crew all they do is talk about how hot guys are at the bars we are at, and i'd prefer to spend my free time doing other things - like watching a movie with a girl who dumped me 5 minutes earlier.

anyway, i get back down to her place, and i pour myself a heavily poured drink number 2. i am buzzed. she asks me for my thoughts about us being over. i tell her i can't tell her how to feel. she again tells me that we didn't have chemistry. i hate everything, especially myself for being there. again, i tell her that i can't make her feel any way that she doesn't. she tells me i need to be happier.

drink number 3. so, we watch who framed roger rabbit - for a bohemian, her movie collection sucks - and i'm pretty aloof for most of the movie - i'm checking the score of the knicks-nuggets game, she's texting one of the other guys she's seeing, i assume - but we make small talk here and there, i make her laugh a few times, she asks me if this is awkward, i say ("of course it is," in my head) no, she asks me if i want to share her blanket (i say no), and i finish drinks 3 and 4. the movie ends, she asks me if i enjoyed it, "because it is hard to tell with you," and i say yes. she invites me to a house party, i ignore her, get my coat and my booze and leave - no hug, no real small talk;, barely a smile on my part; i tell her i'll talk to her later (and immediately hate myself for saying that - no chance i talk to her again) i walk back to my apartment (oh yeah - we live less than a block from each other), realize i do not want to sit alone in my apartment for the rest of the night and call her - she answers the phone by saying "can't get enough of me?" - what. a. bitch. - and i tell her i'll join her at that house party.

i meet up with her outside my apartment and she asks me "come esta?" i shrug and say in a what-the-****-do-think tone "muy bien??" - neither of us are spanish, by the way - and then she asks me how i'm doing in english. i say that i'm not all that great. i tell her that i'm just going to drink and stand in the corner. she tells me i'm too shy. we get there, i shake hands with a bunch of people and drink a beer. while she talks to her friends, i find those word magnets on the fridge and i try to spell out the most depressing phrase i could find, but all i could find was 'i wanted life,' which is pretty lame

i went into the living room where the music was.. i started changing the music on the playlist. there was an old fat guy passed out on the couch with a soul patch and his stomach hanging out. i said aloud that that guy knows how to party, and the girl eating pretzels said that it was her dad. i thought that was strange so i went outside and sat on the fire escape. i found a bottle of rum so i started taking swigs of that. a couple who lives near me came outside. they told me where they lived. i told them where i lived. the girl asked again where i lived, not less than 30 seconds later. these people were nice, but i was depressed-drunk at that point so i don't think i was particularly interesting or nice to them. they went back inside. i also threw a glass beer bottle off the fire escape at one point, which i'm now pretty embarassed about. i met two more guys who worked at guitar center - one of whom called me a douche, when i tried to high five him for having the same first name as me. i'd never been called a douche in my life. the girl comes out, and was apparently looking for me. we hang out with some hipster kid, i think i made fun of him, even though he was a pretty nice guy and i feel bad about now... then i somehow ended up on the roof with the girl - i don't remember how we broached the subject of getting on the roof, but there we were.

i was back to nice version of me and i made her laugh a few times, she told me again that i should be happier, i told her that i felt bad about, basically, not being good enough more or less (i'm pretty sure the chemistry issue is that i am afew degrees above being asexual and she loves dick) and that my self-loathing kind of comes with the territory. she tells me i have no reason to, i tell her its not that easy, and then next thing i know we're sitting and looking out at the baltimore skyline. (again, i was pretty drunk and don't remember the small parts) we start almost-ballroom dancing on the ice and she tells me the other guys she's been seeing haven't blown her away yet. i kiss her for alittle while and tell her than i will just have to be better than those guys. here is where i should have passionately kissed her, but i didn't - again, chemistry i guess. in actuality, it was a pretty nice moment overall.

we get back downstairs, i small talk with the guy who called me a douche because i hate people not liking me, and i eat some more pretzels. i sit next to the passed out dad on the couch and almost fall asleep myself, so i realize that i need to go home. she walks me out, i tell her i had a good time tonight - again, why would i **** say that? - she says she did to, we kiss and she tells me i need to have more fun. i stumble home, get in my bed, and decide to text her to call me if she needs someone to walk her home. she says ' thanks dear, i'll be ok- nice seeing you, have a good night.'

man, that felt good to type out. i know this story makes me look like a pathetic piece of **** with huge self esteem issues, but i don't think we'll ever meet so its all good. i guess my question is what would you do if you were me? i don't want to hang out with her at all if there is no chance of us getting back together... but she basically reopened the possibility when she challenged me to outdo the other clowns she is seeing. i'm still going to be the same person i was before, even if deep down i know i should be a little more outgoing, smiley, etc. so chances are i'll fail again. i know i shouldn't see her again, but i am a glutton for punishment, not sure why

hopefully there is one person out there who reads/was entertained by this, even if it was long as hell