I went through similar near misses twice when I was a veeerrryyy single 45. One was a lovely 22ish singer songwriter I knew from the dating place known as Whole Foods. I was trying to get her into the Lowell Folk Festival and it ended up working out so I was hanging out with her at the other bands performances. She really knocked me out but I was not up for her level of heartbreak or flirting at all. She kept moving closer, putting her hands on me, and I kept moving away. I really was certain she just wanted to use me and would never have stayed for long. I ran away terrified of what I might do and emailed her that I was reeeeaaallly ooooollllld and stuff. She got very defensive but better than being dumped by her. Then the daughter of family friends was chatting me up and wanting to get together so we went for a midnight beach walk under the full moon. For sure she wanted Mr right now and would have smashed my heart to bits. I told her that night that I really wanted to spend the night but just knew it was the wrong thing to do. She was straight with me, sad, didn’t want to let go, but went home alone. That got me a solid week of single lonesome heartache, knowing stuff has no bearing on our heart. I really love both those girls, not just lust, but damn I’ve had enough heartache and it’s not worth the screw to suffer that way. Ethics are part of it but really more just knowing it was never going to end well, so get out while the cutting is shallow!