I was, what I thought was, dating a guy there for two months. Met him new years eve, we hit it off, been seeing him ever since. Anyway he was driving me home the other night and started asking me how I felt about relationships and then started going into this whole rambling speech about how you spend this whole time trying to find the one and then it turns out they're not the one. What it boiled down to was that he thought I was a lovely person and he still wanted to be friends but that he didn't see us as having a spark. Which are all perfectly find things to say to someone except he'd had sex with me literally an hour before. And had felt like this since the first date we'd had after new years. Despite having sex numerous times after that. He then had the audacity to ask if I still wanted to be friends after saying all this shit to me. I managed to preserve my dignity, say no, and then get in my house and cried for an hour, went to sleep then spent the next day crying. And all I can think now, less than a week later, was that if he'd told me all this after the first date I would have been fine with it. But as he didn't, I was strung along, used and had my time wasted and my hopes brought up and dashed for two months.