Feeling sad after a by-all-accounts fantastic hookup with a poly person? /u/Pastapuncher Sex

Hey everybody. I (25M) last night had an unbelievable situation happened to me: a friend’s friend who was in town for the weekend came up to me when we all went to a club, said that they found me incredibly attractive, and asked if i wanted to take her home after we finished up. Needless to say I was shocked because she was so forward and openly keen on me. She also reaffirmed what I had already known: that she was polyamorous with a primary partner back where she lives.

I said yes and we went went back to my place. The sex was unbelievably good, possibly the best I’ve ever had. The whole time was basically a battle between two givers, and she was incredibly forward about how she’d wanted me since the minute our friend introduced her. The sex lasted for maybe two hours and she had 3-5 leg-twitching, screaming-out orgasms, although past partners lying about that stuff left me a little cautious in the back of my mind to let it go to my head.

After the sex, we cuddled and chatted before taking a shower and walking her back to my friends place. She said she’d be back in town in July and hoped I’d be keen to repeat this, which again left me a little dumbfounded over how keen she was. And then, the next morning she flew back to her town up north.

Here’s the thing. By all accounts, i should be estactic. This incredibly attractive woman said she was crazy about how I looked, then said she was crazy about how I was in bed, and said she wanted to see me again whenever she’s next in town. She even messaged me me today basically repeating the above.

And yet, I feel..off. Part of me somehow, impossibly, feels like she might have just been smoothing the situation with lavish compliments instead of actually feeling that way. Part of me is a little jealous that she’s off back to her partner, while another part gives me shit for being irrational and lame by not being able to just take the win. I also feel a bit silly for wanting her to think I’m somehow special, instead of being self assured enough to just enjoy what happened with no more context. What exactly is going on with these emotions? What can or should I do about them?

Hey everybody. I (25M) last night had an unbelievable situation happened to me: a friend’s friend who was in town for the weekend came up to me when we all went to a club, said that they found me incredibly attractive, and asked if i wanted to take her home after we finished up. Needless to say I was shocked because she was so forward and openly keen on me. She also reaffirmed what I had already known: that she was polyamorous with a primary partner back where she lives.

I said yes and we went went back to my place. The sex was unbelievably good, possibly the best I’ve ever had. The whole time was basically a battle between two givers, and she was incredibly forward about how she’d wanted me since the minute our friend introduced her. The sex lasted for maybe two hours and she had 3-5 leg-twitching, screaming-out orgasms, although past partners lying about that stuff left me a little cautious in the back of my mind to let it go to my head.

After the sex, we cuddled and chatted before taking a shower and walking her back to my friends place. She said she’d be back in town in July and hoped I’d be keen to repeat this, which again left me a little dumbfounded over how keen she was. And then, the next morning she flew back to her town up north.

Here’s the thing. By all accounts, i should be estactic. This incredibly attractive woman said she was crazy about how I looked, then said she was crazy about how I was in bed, and said she wanted to see me again whenever she’s next in town. She even messaged me me today basically repeating the above.

And yet, I feel..off. Part of me somehow, impossibly, feels like she might have just been smoothing the situation with lavish compliments instead of actually feeling that way. Part of me is a little jealous that she’s off back to her partner, while another part gives me shit for being irrational and lame by not being able to just take the win. I also feel a bit silly for wanting her to think I’m somehow special, instead of being self assured enough to just enjoy what happened with no more context. What exactly is going on with these emotions? What can or should I do about them?