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Two weekends ago I was at a 3 day beer festival at Ommegang Brewery. I was smoking a cigarette and a woman who was volunteering that night asked to buy one off me. She had a Belgian sour bomber she was supposed to be bringing inside to the tent to serve and I said "If you sit here and drink that with me you can have one" so she did and we started chatting and hit it off. The following day they have a 5 and a half hour beer fest which we ran into each other at, hung out for a bit, went back to camp and made some food, headed down to a fireworks show, sat by a bonfire, drank some more, danced to some of the live music and made out like high schoolers. Then we went back to my tent and hooked up. It was very intimate despite the alcohol which was helping fuel everything and after we were talking and she asked if I wanted to hang out some time.
She lives in NJ I live in CT. With no traffic (which never happens) it's a 2 hour trip. I said sure because it would be completely casual, we could hang out in NYC which I love anyway and it seemed like a good situation because we got along really well and are into a lot of the same music and both love going to concerts. Last weekend I went down to NYC and met up with her. The plan was to get sushi and then hit up a Jazz bar for some live Jazz. We got the sushi, we never made it to the Jazz bar, instead we went back to her place and had a ton of really good sex, which again, was very intimate and not your usual hook up casual kind of fuck session. In between all this we text and talk throughout the day pretty much every day, both last week and this week.
During this past week we had some very long, very personal conversations and some feelings came out. We found out a lot about each other, learned that we've had very similar, traumatic experiences and bonded pretty strongly. In the midst of all this she admitted that she is a little unsettled because she is realizing how much she likes me, talks about me to all her friends and family, and is having a hard time with it because she didn't think she was ready for this kind of emotional attachment. Six months ago her boyfriend of 2.5 years tried to kill himself on their couch (they lived together). The story goes that he was a pill addict, she didn't realize it at all, and she wonders how she couldn't have and now has a hard time trusting herself. 2 weeks before the incident he just came clean out of nowhere and told her he was a pill addict and had been the entire time they were together and beforehand. He wanted to get clean and asked for her help. A week later she noticed (now more keen to the signs) that he was high on something and told him he needed to pack his shit and go. He was about to just leave all his stuff and go but he was high so she told him to spend the night on the couch and in the morning they would move all his stuff out. That night he took an entire bottle of pills. So all of this made her question her own ability to interpret and read what was going on in her personal relationships, she started feeling anxiety and her business started suffering (she owns and operates a coffee catering company) so she started seeing a counselor.
She's very open and honest about everything which I appreciate because I am the same way. I'm not afraid or embarrassed to talk about anything which has led to us having some really great, but very personal conversations like the one mentioned above. She came to visit me this weekend and she admitted that she has even been talking to her counselor about me. This is where I am torn. This weekend was absolutely amazing. Her and I have a lot in common, our connection is effortless both physically and in conversation and we have a really great time together. We went to some live music on a town green nearby, drank great beer, ate food, got wings and beer after that (we both have slight addictions to chicken wings) and had a ton of fantastic sex. The next morning we woke up, had more sex, went on a 10 mile hike, had more great conversation, went back to my place, fucked in the shower, went and got more wings then hung out on my deck smoking cigarettes, drinking more good beer and listening to great music. The entire deck scenario was actually very romantic and was a connection I haven't had with a woman since my ex and I broke up... almost 3 years ago.
Since that breakup almost all of my encounters with women have been fleeting week or maybe a month long flings that were purely physically driven. I haven't met anyone I felt any real emotional connection to... until now... with a woman who lives 2 hours away from me and has obvious hangups from a previous relationship which was fairly recent. The distance actually makes this easier, for now, because we literally can't take things too fast because we are too far apart. However, she has admitted feeling attachment to me (which always unsettles her) and I know I am getting attached to her. The problem is her being unsure of herself and her unsettled feelings makes me pause. Most of me wants to say "Fuck it, just go for it and let the chips fall where they may" but I really don't feel like getting involved with someone that is such a perceived risk. Don't know what to do bros.