Dear FayWhat,
I’m a gay boy in Pompano, and I need help before I lose my mind. I’ve been talking to this man for MONTHS. And when I say talking… I mean, talking. Good morning texts, good night texts, “miss you,” “you’re so handsome,” watching every story like it’s his full-time job. But here’s the gag… we have NEVER gone out. Not once. Every time I try to make plans, it’s: I’m tired, Work is crazy, Soon baby, I promise. Soon where?! Soon when?! Soon in WHAT LIFETIME?! Meanwhile, I’m over here catching feelings, looking cute for no reason, and emotionally in a whole relationship by myself. So tell me… am I crazy, or am I getting played like a Pride playlist on repeat?
— Delusional or Devoted in Pompano
