Two years ago, I met this guy on gay.com. We've never met in person. We arranged to meet once, but, on the way there, he cancelled ... by text message. I tried calling him a couple of times. We talked once, I think. I asked why he never called me back. "I don't call people," he said. In the end, I gave up trying to see him.
We still kept in sporadic contact. He started going to AA. He changed jobs several times. He moved back to New York. He started drinking again. Recently, we've been chatting more often ... almost daily. At one point, he asked why we never went out. I explained, and he apologized for being an ass. Now, he's invited me up to visit.
I'm seriously considering it.
I'm also seriously considering the fact that I may be crazy.