I came home and rung my mum immediately to ask if she could babysit on the wednesday evening.  She said yes.  I text him to tell him and he was thrilled and said he would pick me up on the wednesday at 7pm.  We could eat first, before going to the cinema.  He said he had planned his menu of what he was going to cook for me at the weekend.  I asked him if he could tell me what it was and he said no it was a surprise.  He had told me previously that he was a very good cook - so I was really excited about this.  I'd never had a relationship with someone who could cook before.

I went to work on the Monday and was counting down the hours until I was to see him on the Wednesday.  He text me while I was at work, saying he was missing me and couldnt wait to see me again.  He said he would call me that evening.  He didn't call.  I sent him a text late that evening, to ask if he was ok.  I didnt get a reply.

On Tuesday I went to work feeling sick to the pit of my stomach.  I knew something was wrong.  I sent him another text and he replied saying he was really poorly and that he didn't think he would be able to take me out on Wednesday after all.  I was so relieved.  I wished him well and told him not to worry, we could go to the pictures anytime.  He should get himself well so that he could cook me that great meal at the weekend.  I told him I'd call him that evening for a chat.  I rang him that evening and he didnt reply. I wondered whether he may be in bed, so I left him a message on his voicemail and sent him a text to say I'd rung and if he felt up to it, to call me back.  I didn't hear from him.

On Wednesday I went to work feeling really down.  I was so looking forward to seeing him again and hoped he would be better by the weekend - but there was something niggling at me - something not quite right.  I couldnt put my finger on it.  My mum who I had arranged to sit for me, was going to come over anyway and have dinner with me.  I text him while I was at work, but did not get a reply.  I got home from work and started to get the dinner ready.  My mum arrived and I told her that I thought something was up.  She told me I was paranoid.  I was just dishing the dinner up when I suddenly got a text.  I ran to my phone hoping it would be from him to say he was on the mend.  Instead, I got a Dear John text from him saying that he thought I was great, but he couldnt continue to see me.  He gave the excuse that it wasn't me, it was him, but no explanation was given as to the reasons why, what had gone wrong, nothing!  I fell apart.  I cried like a baby - I cried more than when my daughters dad left the family home.  Thank god my mum was there - she tried to comfort me, but I was hurting real bad.  I didn't understand.  I text him back asking him to explain what had happened, as I was left feeling numb and confused.  I never heard from him again.  I still do not know to this day, what happened, what was it all about.  Was he another arse who played with peoples emotions, was he married, was he playing me along and maybe others to.  I dont know and never will.  I often wondered if I would bump into him one day.

I felt ridiculous over the coming few months, as i couldnt get Rob off my mind, I kept crying.  This was ridiculous - I hardly knew the guy - I hadn't even been with him that long.  Thats when I knew I had fallen in love with him.  There is no way I would be feeling like this, if it was just another guy.  It wasn't, he was everything I wished for and for some unknown reason, he didnt feel the same and hurt me in a way I'd not experienced before.  What hurt more than anything was that it was him that had pushed the relationship, it was him who had said he wanted to see me sooner than we had planned, it was him who wanted to cook for me, it was him who wanted to take me away for the weekend, it was him that reached out for my hand while we walked along the beach.