Met a girl who made me feel pretty happy inside for the first time in three years.
Seventh date, invited her over to my apartment to spend the night. Spent the day making everything perfect. Cleaned my bedroom. Went out, bought a bunch of candles, romantic stuff. Set them up around my room. Also bought some good ingredients to make pancakes from scratch the next morning.
She comes over. We sit on the couch in the living room. She tells me she wasn’t looking forward to coming over, she isn’t attracted to me anymore, and she doesn’t see this going further. She leaves.
Go into my room. She never saw all the work I did to prepare for our night together. Blow out the candles. Go to sleep.
Sounds dumb, but it hurt a lot.