So I met this guy (I'll call him P.) through a friend (J.) last summer (5 months to be exact). We first met in the beach but we didn't talk because we hardly knew each other (we didn't get properly introduced by our mutual friend). I ended up getting drunk and as I was sobering up, he held my hand. I thought it was a cute way of guiding me so I never thought much to it.
After our first meeting, we ended up partying every other weekend. The first night we clubbed together, we made-out. He had a condo close to where we went clubbing so I stayed there with friends. I slept in his room but nothing happened. We just kissed and cuddled. He kept telling me that I was so much better than his ex-girlfriend (whom he was with for 4 years). I then asked him when he last saw her and he said a week before we met (and that they slept together). I didn't think much of it because initially, I was not that interested in him anyways. So I went with the flow.
Every time we went out, we made out except that one night when he came back from his vacation after two weeks (2 months later). To be honest, I ended up missing him so I created an event for all of our friends and him to come out and have fun. One of his ex from 6 years ago happened to be in the club as well. I introduced myself to her but I didn't know who she was at that time. I don't think he realized but I watched him and her the whole night. At first, they were always together and chatted super close. At that time, I didn't think much of it and continued dancing with my other friends. When I turned around, they started to make out. I just felt this stab in my chest and I stormed out of the club, crying. When I came back, I slapped him in the face when he was dancing with her, went outside to take a deep breath, and then went back in trying to ignore him. He looked at me with this sad expression on his face, but I kept walking away from him to see our other friends. At the end of the night, he left with the girl and took a cab back to his place. Our friends dragged me back to P.'s place when I didn't want to be there knowing the girl is probably there with him. Since I live so far, there was no way for me to get home so I stayed for the night. The next day, I left early and deleted P. off my facebook.
I didn't talk to P. for about 3 weeks. It was this time that I realize I was starting to like him. My birthday was getting closer, and I really wanted him there very badly so I messaged him saying how sorry I was for slapping him that night. He replied back saying to not worry about it. He then asked me if I was planning to send him a friend request on FB or he will add me himself and I told him "upto you". I would never thought he would knew I deleted him off. Something inside me felt happy that at least he thought of me during this time we didn't speak.