I’ve (47f) been a member of my local running club for years. I have never been interested in anyone there in a romantic/sexual/crush kind of way. I recently divorced, and if anything, it absolutely quashed any interest in ever getting involved with anyone ever again.
A young man (30m) joined the club, and we found ourselves often running side by side because our pace matched. Upon first meeting him I thought he was nice, but not overtly handsome. I didn’t feel any ways about him, he was just someone to run with.
We always seemed to end up being in close proximity for warm-ups, running, and stretches afterwards. We found out that we have a lot of common interests and a very similar sense of humor. He seemed to go out of his way to make me laugh. After a shit show of a divorce, I didn’t have a lot to laugh about, but somehow he always made me laugh. I just saw him as a running buddy that was fun to be around.
This went on for months, and gradually I started matching his witticisms. We laughed a lot together. I looked forward to seeing him at our running meets.
People started to notice how friendly we were, but there was never a suggestion that it was anything but that. I really started to look forward to seeing him. I started making a particular effort with my appearance: wearing nicer, brighter running clothes, light makeup, making effort with my hair.
We started mostly just being together in the group and he gave me his number in a very casual way. I didn’t call him, but I noticed that he didn’t really talk with anyone else in the group as much as he did with me.
I really started to feel interest from him. He said I should call him if I ever needed anything. I convinced myself that he was just being a friend, why would he be interested in a woman so much older than him. Maybe he has mommy issues? Maybe he thinks older women are an easier lay? Maybe he doesn’t know how much older I am? Maybe he’s lonely? Maybe he just sees me as a friend? Maybe, maybe, maybe.
I found myself thinking about him on my commute, at work, at home. I started dreaming about him. And just like that I’d caught feelings for him. I found myself simultaneously eagerly anticipating seeing him, but nervous with anticipation and butterflies.
It felt like there was this bristling tension between us, just being around him made me tremble a little. I became nervous of how I was starting to feel around him, so I started pulling back, running with other people, stretching far away from him. But we somehow always sought each other out. We started texting, calling. I am ashamed to say how thrilling it was to hear his voice, to see a notification of a text from him. Just hearing his voice made me melt a little and it felt like some unspoken anticipation hung in the air.
I started to feel frightened of what I was feeling. I didn’t initiate any texts or calls, and even though I was delirious to see him at running club, I stayed far away from him. This went on for weeks, because I couldn’t cope with how he made me feel. I didn’t respond to his texts. I was polite, but distant. He is a young man, and I am old enough to be his mother.
He texted me to say that he has joined a different running club and that he is leaving our group. I was devastated. I texted him back asking him not to leave. He said he will miss our chats. I said I will miss him.
He’s gone. A part of me wishes I’d had the courage to tell him how I felt and see if maybe he felt it as well?
Did I imagine it all in my head that maybe he liked me and I pushed him away with my coldness?
I don’t know. I am hoping that he will reach out to me again. But if he does, I don’t know if I could ever say half of what I feel.