I Told My Date about My Specific 3-Year-Rule, but He Immediately Left and Blocked Me – Is It Really That Weird?

Addison’s life revolves around her demanding job as a neurologist, leaving little time for romance. When her cheerful coworker Nathan sets her up on a blind date with a seemingly perfect guy named Jake, she finally feels a spark of hope. However, after Addison shares her three-year dating rule, her date abruptly leaves. What went wrong?

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I always thought my life would stay the same.

Day in and day out, the hospital consumed all my time.

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My name is Addison, and I work as a neurologist. My days are filled with patients, charts, and endless rounds.

It’s a fulfilling job, but it leaves little room for anything else, especially dating.

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One day, while grabbing a quick coffee in the break room, my coworker Nathan walked in with a bright smile on his face.

Nathan is always in a good mood, no matter how stressful the day gets.

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“Hey, Addison,” Nathan said, leaning against the counter. “How do you feel about blind dates?”

I laughed, almost spilling my coffee. “Blind dates? Nathan, you know my schedule. I barely have time to eat, let alone date.”

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Nathan chuckled. “I know, but hear me out. My friend Jake is a great guy. He’s kind, funny, and I think you two would hit it off. What do you say?”

I paused, considering it. I hadn’t been on a date in ages, and the idea of meeting someone new was intriguing. Plus, Nathan seemed genuinely excited about it.

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“Okay, then,” I said, smiling. “You’ve convinced me. When’s this magical date happening?”

Nathan’s face lit up. “Really?? How about next Tuesday night? It’s the only evening that works for both of you!”

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Next Tuesday. I mentally checked my calendar. It was one of the rare nights I didn’t have a late shift or any other commitments.

“Next Tuesday works for me,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

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Nathan grinned. “Great! I’ll set it up and text you the details. You won’t regret this, Addison,” he said with a wink.

“We’ll see that,” I laughed and finished my coffee quickly.

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As I walked back to my office, I felt both excited and nervous. It had been so long since I had gone on a date.

My life had become a routine of work and more work, with little time for anything else. But maybe this was what I needed — a chance to step out of my comfort zone.

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The rest of the day flew by in a blur of patient consultations and medical charts. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking about the upcoming date. Maybe, just maybe, this blind date with Jake would be the start of something new.

On Tuesday night, I arrived at the quaint restaurant Nathan had suggested.

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It was cozy, with dim lighting and a warm ambiance that immediately put me at ease. As I walked in, I spotted a man sitting at a table near the window.

He looked up, smiled, and waved me over.

This must be Jake, I thought to myself.

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“Addison?” he asked as I approached the table.

“Yes, and you must be Jake,” I replied with a smile.

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We shook hands, and I took a seat. Almost immediately, the waitress came over to take our drink orders.

“I’ll have a glass of red wine, please,” I said.

“I’ll have the same,” Jake added.

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As the waitress left, we started chatting. Jake was easy to talk to, and I felt my initial nervousness melt away.

“So, Nathan tells me you’re a neurologist,” he said, looking genuinely interested. “That must be a challenging job.”

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“It is,” I nodded. “But I love it. What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a graphic designer,” Jake replied. “I work freelance, so my schedule is pretty flexible. It’s a lot of fun, especially when I get to work on creative projects.”

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Our drinks arrived, and we ordered appetizers — stuffed mushrooms and bruschetta. As we nibbled on the delicious food, we continued to talk about our lives, hobbies, and interests.

“I love hiking and photography,” Jake said, taking a sip of his wine. “There’s something about being in nature that’s so refreshing.”

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“I’ve always wanted to get into photography,” I said. “But I never seem to find the time. Maybe you could give me some tips?”

“I’d love to,” Jake said with a smile. “It’s all about finding the right light and angle.”

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As the evening went on, I found myself more and more charmed by Jake. He was kind, funny, and easy to talk to.

We laughed a lot, and it felt like I had known him for much longer than just one evening.

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As we moved on to our main course, Jake looked at me with a smile. “So, Addison, how about we ask each other some more personal questions to break the ice further?”

“Sure, that sounds good,” I said. “What do you want to know?”

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Jake leaned in slightly. “How about your one-to-five-year plan? What are your goals?”

I took a moment to think. “Well, I hope to advance in my career as a neurologist,” I began.

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“Maybe get promoted to a senior position. I also want to decorate my apartment; it feels too plain right now,” I continued. “I’ve been thinking about getting a pet, maybe a cat or a small dog. And I’d love to travel more, see new places, and experience different cultures. Oh, and I want to expand my bookshelf with my favorite novels. I love reading!”

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“That sounds wonderful. You have a lot of exciting plans!” he grinned.

“What about you?” I asked, curious to hear about his future plans.

“I want to grow my freelance business,” Jake said. “Maybe open my own studio one day. I also love traveling, so I’d like to visit more countries. And, believe it or not, I’ve been thinking about getting a pet too. A dog, probably.”

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We laughed at the coincidence, and it felt nice to find common ground!

“So, how do you feel about marriage and family?” Jake further asked as he sipped his wine.

And this is where it all went horribly wrong.

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“Honestly, I’d love to find a partner to share my life with,” I told him, “someone who understands and supports me. But marriage isn’t a necessity for me. If it happens, great, but if not, that’s okay too. As for children, I don’t see myself having any. For now. I’m happy with my career and personal goals.”

Jake leaned forward, looking serious. “What if you found the perfect guy? How long before you’d marry him?”

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“Three years,” I said. “I believe in building a strong foundation. Six months to really get to know someone, a year of serious dating, and a year and a half of living together before considering engagement or marriage.”

Jake’s face changed, his friendly expression replaced by a frown. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Three years? That’s a long time. What if someone wants a quicker timeline?”

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I felt a knot forming in my stomach. “Well, uh, I think it’s important to take time to build a strong relationship. I’m pretty confident about my three-year-plan.”

Jake’s frown deepened, and he abruptly called the waitress. “Check, please,” he said curtly. She looked confused but quickly brought the bill.

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“Jake, what’s wrong?” I asked as he stood up, but he didn’t bother to answer. He paid and walked out of the restaurant without a glance back.

I sat there, stunned and hurt. What just happened?

Later, at home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the evening.

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A woman staring at her reflection | Source: Pexels

How could Jake just leave like that?

Deciding I needed answers, I messaged him.

I sent a selfie we took together and wrote, “Hey Jake, why did you leave so suddenly? I thought we were having a great time.”

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A few minutes later, his reply came: “Don’t contact me again. You’re indecisive and not serious about what you want.”

Then, he blocked me.

I stared at my phone in disbelief. Was I really that off base?

The next day at work, I noticed Nathan giving me strange glances. Gathering my courage, I decided to confront him.

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“Nathan, what did Jake tell you? You know why he left, don’t you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Nathan looked uncomfortable and shifted on his feet. “You messed it up, Addy,” he said. “Jake… told me you were wasting his time. He wanted something serious. He was looking for marriage, and you… you weren’t the best person for him. Sorry, I gotta go.”

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I couldn’t believe it.

During my lunch break, I called my best friend, Sophie.

“Hey, Addison. How did the date go?” was the first thing she asked.

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I sighed, feeling the weight of the evening pressing on me. “It started great, but then it ended terribly. Jake left abruptly after I talked about my three-year plan, and then he blocked me when I asked him why.”

Sophie’s eyes widened. “He did what? That’s ridiculous! What exactly happened?”

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I recounted every detail, my voice trembling slightly as I relived the evening. When I finished, Sophie shook her head. “Addison, being honest about your expectations is important. If he couldn’t handle that, it’s his loss.”

“I can’t stop wondering if my three-year rule is really that strange, Sophie,” I admitted, my voice breaking a bit.

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“Not at all,” Sophie said firmly. “Everyone has their own timeline and needs. What matters is that you stay true to yourself. If he couldn’t appreciate that, he wasn’t the right guy for you.”

Her words wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. But it didn’t ease all my worries. Was I wrong to be upfront about my expectations? Should I have kept it to myself? All I know is that being honest about what I want is important, even if it means losing a date like Jake.

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A Man Goes on a First Date with His Coworker and Sees That She Is Trying Her Best to Ruin It

Claire wasn’t ready for a relationship, not after the betrayal she had been forced to endure. But Daniel’s persistence made her wonder if she could trust a man again. Just as she was ready to open her heart to love, she saw him with another woman, carrying her child on his shoulders.

The restaurant hummed with a quiet energy as the last plates were cleared, the low murmur of conversations fading into the night.

Claire moved methodically, wiping the counter in steady, even strokes.

The task was soothing, grounding her in the moment.

It wasn’t just about cleaning—it was about keeping her thoughts at bay, safely locked away where they couldn’t hurt her.

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“Claire, got a minute?”

The familiar voice cut through the stillness, soft yet commanding. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Daniel, the owner of the restaurant, stood a few feet away, his presence filling the room effortlessly.

She straightened, resting the cloth on the counter, and raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess,” she said, her tone light but tinged with exasperation.

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“You’re going to ask me out again.”

Daniel grinned, leaning casually against the counter.

His confidence was almost irritating, but there was something disarming about the way he held himself, like he was always in on a joke no one else had heard.

“Maybe I am,” he replied, his smile playful. “Ice rink tomorrow? Come on, Claire. Third time’s the charm.”

She opened her mouth, ready with another excuse, but the words didn’t come.

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There was a flicker of something in his expression—determination, perhaps, or hope—that gave her pause.

Most men would’ve backed off after one rejection, let alone two.

But Daniel didn’t seem fazed, and that persistence made her hesitate.

“Why are you so sure I’ll say yes this time?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Because you haven’t walked away yet,” he shot back, his grin widening.

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Claire couldn’t help it—a small laugh escaped her, surprising even herself.

For a moment, she let her guard slip, and in that fleeting second, she wondered what it would feel like to say yes. To trust again.

“Alright,” she said finally, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll go. Tomorrow.”

Daniel’s smile spread across his face like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Great. See you at seven,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking toward the door.

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As he disappeared into the back, Claire stood there, her reflection shimmering faintly in the polished countertop.

A strange mix of emotions swirled inside her—excitement, fear, and the faintest glimmer of hope.

Letting someone in felt dangerous, like stepping onto thin ice. But maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk.

The bus groaned as it rolled over a pothole, its passengers rocking with the uneven rhythm.

Claire sat by the window, watching the city pass by in a blur of gray buildings and streaks of sunlight.

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Her reflection in the glass caught her eye—a faint smile she hadn’t worn in years. It felt strange, unfamiliar, but good.

“You look happy,” a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

Claire turned to see an older woman seated beside her. She had kind eyes framed by thin wrinkles, and her hands rested neatly on her lap.

Claire hesitated, unsure if she should respond.

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Normally, she’d brush off a comment like that, retreating into silence, but something about the woman’s warmth made her feel safe.

“I have a date,” Claire admitted, her voice almost shy.

The woman’s face brightened. “Ah, how wonderful! Is it someone special?”

Claire nodded, a small flush rising to her cheeks.

“He’s my boss. He’s been asking for a while, and… well, he’s persistent. But he’s sweet. We’re going ice skating tonight.”

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“Ice skating!” The woman chuckled, her eyes twinkling.

“That’s charming. You’re glowing, dear. It suits you.”

Claire smiled wider, the words making her chest feel warm. She opened her mouth to say more, but her breath hitched suddenly.

Her gaze snapped to the park outside the window.

There he was—Daniel.

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He stood under the shade of a large oak tree, his hands resting gently on a little girl’s shoulders.

The girl giggled, spinning in a clumsy pirouette, while a woman stood nearby, laughing.

Daniel crouched, pulling the child into a hug, his smile wide and genuine.

The warmth in Claire’s chest turned cold, her smile dissolving like ice under a flame. Her heart thudded painfully, and her vision blurred.

“Dear, what’s wrong?” the older woman asked, her voice tinged with concern as she noticed Claire’s tears.

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Claire blinked rapidly, but the tears spilled anyway, trailing down her cheeks. “He lied,” she choked out, her voice trembling.

“He has a family. I’m such a fool.”

The bus lurched forward, and Claire clutched her bag tightly. The weight of betrayal pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She turned back to the window, the park now out of sight, but the image of Daniel’s smile lingered. She wouldn’t go home and cry, she decided.

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Crying felt too passive, too weak. This time, she thought fiercely, he’ll pay for his lies.

The ice rink shimmered under strings of twinkling lights, their soft glow reflecting off the smooth, glassy surface.

Laughter and music blended with the crisp winter air, creating an atmosphere that should have felt magical.

For Claire, though, the beauty of the evening was a fragile mask for the storm brewing inside her.

She spotted Daniel standing near the entrance, a pair of rental skates dangling from his hand.

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His casual smile and eager wave felt almost too perfect, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Claire forced a smile of her own and walked over, her every step calculated.

“Ready to skate?” Daniel asked, offering her the skates.

“Absolutely,” she said, her voice overly cheerful, almost mocking.

They laced up in silence and stepped onto the ice. Claire moved with practiced ease, her skates cutting smooth arcs into the surface.

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Beside her, Daniel wobbled, his arms flailing slightly as he struggled to find his balance.

“Not much of a skater, huh?” Claire said, her tone teasing, but with a sharpness that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Not yet,” Daniel admitted with a grin. “But I’ll get there. Watch me.”

She pushed him—just a little. He stumbled but caught himself, laughing it off.

“Oops. Sorry,” Claire said, tilting her head in mock innocence.

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The “accidents” continued. Every time Daniel found his footing, Claire challenged him—a sharp glide past his side, a sudden stop in front of him.

Finally, with a slight but calculated nudge, she sent him sprawling onto the ice.

“Whoa—ouch!” he exclaimed, landing hard on his tailbone.

Claire smirked, her expression unreadable. “Are you okay?”

Daniel laughed despite the pain, rubbing his back as he stood. “You’re not making this easy for me, are you? Are you trying to hurt me?”

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“Maybe,” she replied, half-joking, but her tone held a darker edge.

When they left the rink, Daniel walked with a slight limp, wincing now and then but still smiling.

Claire, however, had dropped the pretense. Her face was cold, her earlier cheer replaced by something harder.

“I saw you today,” she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet.

Daniel blinked. “What do you mean?”

“In the park,” Claire continued, her words clipped. “With a woman and a little girl. You looked very happy. Care to explain?”

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Daniel stopped, his smile fading. “And you think—”

“I think you lied to me,” she interrupted, crossing her arms. “You have a family, don’t you?”

For a moment, silence hung between them. Then Daniel did something that completely threw her off—he laughed.

A deep, genuine laugh that made her chest tighten with confusion and anger.

“Come with me,” he said, his tone calm but firm. “I’ll show you the truth.”

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Claire hesitated, searching his face for answers, but all she saw was sincerity.

Against her better judgment, she followed him into the night, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and curiosity.

The car ride to Daniel’s house was quiet, the air heavy with tension.

Claire sat with her arms crossed, glancing at Daniel from the corner of her eye, trying to read his expression.

He looked calm, his hands steady on the wheel, but she wasn’t ready to let her guard down just yet.

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The car pulled into the driveway of a modest home tucked into a quiet neighborhood.

Soft porch lights illuminated the neatly trimmed yard, and a wreath hung on the front door, hinting at someone who cared about small details.

“This is it,” Daniel said, cutting the engine.

Claire stepped out, her heart racing as she followed him to the door. She wasn’t sure what she expected—an apology? An excuse? But nothing prepared her for what happened next.

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“Uncle Danny!” a little girl’s voice rang out the moment the door opened.

A small blur of curls and excitement barreled into Daniel’s arms.

He laughed, lifting her effortlessly despite the visible wince from his earlier falls at the rink. He spun her around, her giggles filling the hallway.

“Mia, slow down,” a woman called gently as she stepped into view.

Claire froze, her chest tightening as the woman appeared. She was beautiful, with soft features and a warm smile.

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Claire’s mind raced, piecing together every assumption she had made.

Daniel set Mia down and turned to Claire.

“This is Mia,” he said, gesturing to the beaming little girl. “And this is her mom, Laura. They’re my family—but not in the way you think.”

Claire’s confusion must have been obvious, because Laura stepped forward. “Danny’s my brother-in-law,” she explained softly.

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“My husband—his brother—passed away last year.” Her voice faltered for a moment before she continued.

“Danny promised to help take care of us. He’s been like a second father to Mia ever since.”

The words hit Claire like a wave. Her face flushed, shame creeping up her neck. “I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I jumped to conclusions and…”

“It’s okay,” Daniel said, cutting her off gently. “I get it.”

Before Claire could respond, Mia tugged on Daniel’s sleeve. “Uncle Danny, who’s this?”

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Daniel smiled, glancing at Claire. “Someone I really like,” he said simply.

Later, as they walked back to his car, Claire couldn’t help but steal glances at him, the warmth in his voice replaying in her mind.

She stopped by the car and took a deep breath. “Can we start over?” she asked, her voice soft but sincere.

“Maybe… another date? I promise not to make you fall again.”

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Daniel chuckled, his grin infectious. “Too late for that,” he said, holding her gaze. “I’ve already fallen for you.”

For the first time in years, Claire felt her walls crack.

She smiled, the weight in her chest lifting, and for the first time in a long time, she let herself believe in love again.

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