Her Side of the Story: He was in an odd mood when I got to the bar. I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit late, but he didn't say anything much about it. I don't remember doing anything to make him upset, but could tell there was something wrong. The conversation was quite slow going, so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate...so we could talk more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was still acting a bit funny. I was getting really worried. What had I done? What exactly was bothering him? Was it me or something else? I asked him if he was upset with me and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So, anyway, in the cab on the way back to his house, I said that I loved him, and he just put his arm around me! I didn't know what the hell that meant because, you know, he doesn't say it back or anything. We finally got to his place and I was wondering if he was going to break up with me! Why didn't he want to talk about this? So I tried to ask him about it, but he just switched on the TV.

Why would he rather watch TV than talk to me? Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to sleep, hoping he would get the hint that I was upset and wanted to talk. I was so hurt that he was out there watching TV while I was in here going through emotional turmoil. Then, after about ten minutes, he joined me and we had sex. I thought that maybe he would open up after we had shared such an intimate experience like that, but he still seemed really distracted. So afterwards, I just wanted to leave because I was so upset, but I just cried myself to sleep.

He didn't even notice how upset I was! I don't know, I just don't know what he thinks anymore. I don't know what to feel about any of this. I'm on an emotional overload. I'm so confused.

I don't think he loves me anymore. Why does he have to play mind games with me? I mean, do you think he's met someone else??? His Side of the Story: Played badly today -- shot 93 - can't putt.

Felt kinda tired. Got laid, though.