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It was three days of bliss and excitement. We spent every moment together as we knew from the first that we clicked, we connected.
She was more beautiful than I imagined and I was loving every second with her.
Then as I was feeling comfortable she made the announcement. She didn’t think we were working out. She wanted me to leave.
The pain I felt cut deeply. I’d saved a lot of money to make the trip, we’d planned our days, where we’d meet and what we would do in her city.
But this was a bombshell I didn’t expect. Inside I questioned what I had done wrong and then what it was she wanted I wasn’t delivering.
She explained we were too different. From differing generations which made me think she was saying I was too old for her. Then she disliked my manner of speaking, saying I was too abrupt in what I said, that I didn’t allow her to have an equal say and that my dress sense was in serious need of help.
In rejecting me she deflated me as well.
I felt empty, a crushing weight was on my shoulders as I tried to come to terms with what was eventuating.
To make it worse I still had another ten days before my flight home. All that time in a hotel, alone, wasn’t a scenario I was looking forward to.
I packed my bags and as I left she was watching out the window, unable to take my gaze, I mumbled a goodbye before letting myself out of her life.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/09/28/tale-weaver-139-28917-rejection/
Morpethroad 
Sad. Very sad and I didn’t want to click on “like,” but as always, your writing shines, Michael 🙂
Must be the mr sheen I use on my keyboard
LOL
How sad. Rejection is such a bitter pill.
Thanks Vivian, it is and I realised after how much a negative prompt this is….hopefully next week I’ll have something more uplifting.
Nok problem. Sad things are part of life anyway.
Sadly yes.
Sometimes it’s just not meant to be.
Yes indeed, sad isn’t it.
Well, ten days on the town — you might find something good yet. Rejection can be an end, or perhaps a beginning . . . (And a cautionary tale about booking a return ticket . . . )
I have always been told not to take things too personally.
Bolderdash. The heart can only take so much rejection.
But then one has to be brave and courageous and move past the judgement of others and know that they have strengths and gifts that others will delight in and enjoy.
I agree Jules, when you are the one experiencing it words said to cheer you up hold no truck with me.