Wait, so let me get this straight...you pester me to have sex with you and your man, hem and haw when I say it has to be at my place, and *finally* agree that we can split up the encounters. He comes over last night an hour late, hooks up with me for ten minutes and then leaves to go to work. You say you'll come over in the morning. I wake up early and you don't. No explanation despite prompting ten hours later. Well, so much for your "interest." I guess I got played, and it doesn't feel good.