I Was Perfect and Still No Love

I met a girl.

She slept with me for two nights.

We didn't hook up, save a few tongueless kisses.

I gave her my undivided attention. I was the most perfect gentleman. We talked for hours. I helped her through some of her thinking enigmas. I encouraged her. Told her she was hot and beautiful and awesome and smart which she is.

She knows my room code. She knows I want her. She hasn't returned. For two nights. I'm sad.

I won't let myself get heartbroken. But I tried to so hard to be hers, and she doesn't want me.

And I can't figure out why not. Because I showed myself to be an amazing partner.

Imagine the best emotionally supportive person you know. Now make them sexy and "dangerous" and strong and confident and ambitious. Now make them kind and gentle and protective and responsible.

That's me. And I proved all of those qualities to her. And still, she didn't want me.

I'm flummoxed.