Heh. Ok, let me just state at the beginning that this is probably a most therapeutic post for me. There is probably some ranting and whining ahead so you've been warned! Alright, so you may recall my post from several months ago about my long term boyfriend and I breaking up. This happened back in January. From January to May I basically threw myself into school and work, and was quite busy. During this time I started hanging out with my old friends more, etc. Well, there's plenty of backstory I could go into I suppose, but that would make this post rather long. So I'll just jump into it. One of my old friends from high school that I started hanging out with again is 'Matt'. Matt introduced me to several new people, including his roommate 'Jack.' One Tuesday night when Jack and I and several other people were all hanging out and Jack introduces me to his friend 'John.' John and I get along pretty well, he gives me his phone number, and I call him that Friday. He comes and meets me and some of my friends out. He stays out for 45 minutes or so with us, and we make plans to go to a movie the following day. We do this, walk around our city for a while, go back to his house and talk for a while. It goes well. We go out the next weekend as well. Goes well again. He tells me he's leaving for a trip to go visit his family and that he'll definitely get a hold of me when he gets back. Well, two weeks goes back, and last Tuesday he finally gives me a call. It was his first day he could do something after getting back since he had worked the two days since then. We hang out with Jack and a bunch of our friends that night, and eventually John and I go back to John's house, talk a while, etc. He tells me I can stay there if I want and we eventually both fall asleep there. Wednesday morning he cooks us breakfast, and we hang out until we both work. He wants to do something Thurday before work as well-- I say great. He calls Thursday and we hang out a few hours before work. He then suggests doing something Friday and Saturday since he has off. I agree. Friday we end up renting a movie since he got called in to work early Saturday morning. Saturday night we go to a movie, go out for a drink , go back to his house for a while, and eventually I go home as we're both yawning and tired. He gave me a hug and kiss goodbye like normal, however makes no specific plans to do anything like he had since he'd been back from his trip. This is weird, but I figure I'll call him since he's done all the calling and planning up to this point. Well, I called him a couple days after we last saw each other, when I knew he wasn't working, and he didn't answer. Left him a message and he didn't call back. Now my question is, what the heck did I do wrong? I thought things were going so well and it has now been almost a week since I've heard from him. The crude (although maybe honest? I don't know!) answer I got from a lot of my male friends was that it was because I "didn't put out." Just for reference, I'm 22 and John is 26 so you know what age range you're dealing with. We're both at similar points in our lives- both establishing ourselves, finishing up last year of college, working part time jobs, etc. I was hoping you guys would perhaps have some more insight. If he actually liked me he wouldn't drop me just because I didn't hop into bed with him immediately right? Or is this how the dating world works now and I should just prepare myself for dissappointment after disappointment when the guys I see find out my pants don't fly off automatically after meeting them? If that's not the case, then what the heck happened? Thanks for reading!