Anyway we started texting but because of his girlfriend he couldn't be outward with it so everything would be in riddles and whatnot. And we completely had to sneak around because we're part of a pretty close knit group of friends, and if anyone had found out we'd both be put through the ringer. Still, NOTHING every really happened, so I'm stressing this EMOTIONAL affair bit.
After like 8 months of this I realized I couldn't take it anymore and backed out. We could never hang out with just the two of us because someone else was always around that we had to keep the secret from. It was steamy and sexy but also frustrating. And not too long after I ended it he showed up to my Pop's funeral looking so incredibly dapper, and we sort of rekindled the texting. At this time though he and his girlfriend had officially split, but we still couldn't get together because of "problems with this dad's health and family drama."
Eventually I backed out again. He started dating the bartender where we used to meet up (who is straight up batsh*t crazy by the way). My sister and her boyfriend had a few people over, namely Him and his girlfriend, and his girlfriend was being weird all night and taking him outside to fight, and then he'd come back inside like crying and whatever. And the whole time I was at work receiving texts from him looking for comfort I guess.
Anyway I'm not sure but I think he and his girlfriend might still be together, but he's been texting me things like 'what does a egg say to boiling water? its gonna take me a while to get hard, I just got laid by some chick' the night after we saw each other in passing. And a couple days later I was sending a picture to my friend of my new bangs and hit his name by accident, in return he sent me a (very handsome) picture of himself lying in bed, and asked for more from me. We shared a couple innocent photos, and later that day he was texting me again while at work. Jerked off to me apparently, like the classy guy he is.
And I foolishly asked him to hang in a couple days (Thursday) and he was down for it. Later I regretted it because he started doing his elusive sh*t again so I called it off, only to have him text me Thursday day and night to get me to come out.
When all was said and done and I had come all the way out, he ditched last minute, had some emergency with his dad and flaked, kept saying he was sorry a thousand.
He's always been notoriously flaky, even with his friends. Is it just a case of the boy-who-cried-wolf?
...Am I just torturing myself?