Breaking Off What Never Was.

I don't regret most anything. I don't regret meeting you. I don't regret knowing you. I don't regret any time I've spent with you. I regret sleeping with you. I regret making you think that was interested in you for more than a friend. I thought I was. I'm not. Now I've led you on unintentionally into thinking this could possibly be serious or something close, but it's not going to. I knew that. I wanted it to. As "a friend" says, "you want so badly to be in love with this guy. You've given him every chance. He is rich, good-looking, and smart." He is those things and it doesn't satisfy me at all. It's temporarily flattering. I like to be seen with you. I do. When you tell me how your co-workers won't stop talking about what a catch I am...flattery that I haven't had in years. You bore me. That's it. I can't have any future with someone that I have well, been dating? Maybe...as I was saying...I can't have any future with someone that I cannot make conversation with even 3 months into. I mean, Geez. What a freaking let down. I suppose it's me. You're you and I am me. That's logic, right? I just always built you up to be so amazing. Then I got to know you. So here's the thing. It would be very easy to break everything off completely seeing as how I'm not even sure there is a status between the two of us, BUT...and here's the huge BUT: We have slept together which makes me feel like a complete "floozy" as you call them to want to end things before they've really begun. But things will not begin for us. I can tell. I wish we hadn't done that.