And then it all went horribly wrong

I have to confess, I haven't been very forthcoming. The boy from last week was actually the fuckwit. The date tonight was also the fuckwit. (Scroll through to find the story, I've had too much wine to actually build links tonight.....)

I believed him when he said he liked me. I believed him when he said he was interested and wanted to get to know me. I believed my friends when they told me it would be a bad idea to sleep with him again.

Seems only one of the above three statements was right. Unfortunately my friends have far better judgment capabilities than I do.

I hate to think it was a mistake. My gut was telling me it was all good. Seriously! I know I usually ignore my guy, but this time it was with me, not against me.

Bad time for the gut to go all wrong.

So yes, despite very good advice from friends, I slept with him. That wasn't the problem. The problem was the speed with which he departed the bedroom afterward. The ensuing conversation eventually evolved to the point that he said he couldn't win and suggested in not so many words the evening was over. So I said "are you saying its time for me to leave?" To which he responded in the affirmative.

I got my stuff, used the bathroom (it was a long walk home) and then on my way out - did what any good Irish-blooded woman would do - I bombed every and all remaining bridges. It went something along the lines of "Maybe this is where I show I'm hotheaded, but I'm not used to sleeping with someone and then within 30 minutes being asked to leave"

I showed myself out - and funny enough he didn't try to stop me, follow me or call me.

How did I get it so, so wrong??