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We met by him adding me on Facebook - we had friends in common that implied a horse rinding background. We got talking, and we just got on really well, and he was open and honest with me and asked me out on a first date.

We met up, we talked about everything from his previous relationships and marriage, to his addictions and time in prison. He talked about his career and his friends, about future plans over the next few years and joking about popping the question. I teased him by slightly pulling down my top so he could see my cleavage and his eyes widened and locked focus on them and he stood up to get a coffee and said "someone's pleased to meet you" and pointed to the outline in his jeans lol. We were at the pub for about 5 and a half/6 hours, and then he came back to mine. Accidentally met my dad and brother (thought they would be in bed!) and he stayed over at mine. He said "if it's okay, I don't want to do anything. I want to go slow and get it right, I have a history of rushing into things". (The insecure crazy female in me wonders if this was a nice way to say eww) We didn't kiss or have sex, we just cuddled together. We were up until about 3am.
Come morning, we watched TV in bed together for a few hours and I took him home about lunchtime. We both have health conditions and he needed to get home to take medicine and he said he was going to get some sleep and message me later. He hugged me and said he had a good time and we were very mature and proud of us. I gave him a kiss on the lips goodbye. And I left him be to get some rest.

I messaged him this morning because he left his vape liquid here and did he want me to bring it over. He said no thanks, I feel better how are you? And it's back to silence.

Do any of you have and advice on how to act and any inklings on how he feels? We were both full of excitement and couldn't stop talking to each other before we met; he was abused by his past couple of relationships so I don't wanna be a crazy woman!

See I've made some bad choices, and yes I view myself a bit negatively about that, I was curious if I spelled out what I view as some of my worse points to do with... Well, getting myself a boyfriend. If anyone on here would be willing to put that aside or not:

So I lost my vcard at 18 not long after I started uni, I wanted to get it over and done with. The first time typically hurts but at the same time I kept getting this echo of what if I get raped I wanted my first time done on my own terms. So I basically shackled up with the first guy who shown interest in me, it was mediocre wasn't good could have been a lot worse. There was a couple of almost times where I touched a D.

I didn't have sex again until a year later, guy 2 introduced me to sado/machism and made me realise just how much I loved pleasing a guy. A few months after that just before my 20th I had sex with a guy whom my friends told me I should get with, two quite toxic friends.

A few months after that I had sex with a guy at a party, he was the first guy I did multiples with, it lasted about two weeks and I stopped it when I realised just how little he actually cared. 6 months later new years and got wasted woke up next to a guy.

2 months later guy 6, and this is when I got a bit carried away. I'm pretty sure I was depressed I was at the height of a toxic friendship and I lived hours away from home. I felt super lonely and now I wasn't having sex for pleasure but rather comfort. I love my cuddles so I figured: give sex get cuddles, I did everything I could to get comfort and thought it's better than drugs or drinking all the time. Though at that time I smoked pot and drank lots. 3 months later the guys at work offered coke and thought why not maybe it'll make this feeling go away. Guy 7 was married, yes I knew and yes it was a little forced but I could have said no and I didn't and yes I'm pretty sure he would have stopped. Then in the space of 2 months I slept with guys 7-11.