We met Saturday night at the watershed, aka f*ck place around where we live and exchanged things. Then we smoked some cigarettes together and hugged a lot and he asked me to start over. Then he kissed me. And we made out among other things for five hours until 5 in the morning and then we both went home. Now he's not talking to me again. I'm hurt. I know I've been used. I'm back at square one.