I use the term “dream guy” for literary license. But I’m a Capricorn INTJ. I don’t believe in fairy tales. (At least for myself. I think it happens for others.)
I wasn’t this graphic in my story, but we never had sex. Never. Not once. And he slogged through 2 1/2 years of reading about my car, job, worries, music, dating life, and occasionally some complimentary things about him. It was a lot of really mundane, everyday life sort of stuff.
If he is a player, he might be the least savvy player of all time.
But your comments got me thinking: OK. Say he played me. Do I care?
The answer: Nope. I have been incredibly lonely much of the past 2 1/2 years. His reading somehow brought me comfort and solace. Our connection, however tenuous, made my life a little easier.
I’m inclined to see him as one of the confusing and confused guys that I have met over the past 5 years. They aren’t malicious or intentionally hurtful (vs. this guy).
In any case, many thanks for reading and your insight today!