We started meeting up for coffee more frequently and texting more often. I had a feeling that he liked me but I really hoped I was wrong. After a few weeks he asked me out to a coffee date and told me he liked me. I’ve forgotten exactly how it all happened and what we both said but I think I told him that I didn’t think that I liked him but we’d still meet up for coffee.
When we met up I had a really nice time as usual. He was really sweet and even paid for the date. At this point I thought I liked him and I really wanted to carry on being with him because he made me happy. After coffee he walked up the hill to my house. As we said goodbye we hugged and then kissed. I initiated the kiss by asking him if we could. This was the point where I thought ‘hmm that was a really bad kiss’. It wasn’t that he was a bad kisser or that I was a bad kisser. I think it was because I didn’t like him in that way.
I’d mistaken friendship for something more. However, I did not realise this at the time.