INFP likes ISFJ, not sure how he feels. Help?
Ok, this story ended up being sort of involved and long winded, but any ISFJs have any advice?
So, my best friend and roommate has this other best friend (male) who she met at Nerd Camp in sixth grade and has had a long distance friendship with ever since. When my roommate and I became friends, she would always talk about this guy and I would sometimes interject on their phone conversations with wildly inappropriate comments just to be silly. Then I started sending him hilariously creepy text messages that said things like "I like the way you brush your teeth" or "I want to pour honey on your stomach and wipe it off with a towel." (I'm not actually that creepy, I had the permission and encouragement of our mutual best friend and I tend to be a little out there when breaking the ice.) Anyway, this was the impression he had of me on top of the nice things our friend had told him. I'm sure he was confused, haha.
Needless to say, he was rather hesitant when we invited him to stay with us for a week this summer. But when I picked him up from the airport, I felt an instant connection. We never had an awkward silence between us, or an uncomfortable moment. We went to a small social gathering of my roommate's and my friends where my roommate ended up staying the night. So I drove her friend and I back to our house since neither of us is really a stay the night at a party type. We were going to pop in a movie and hang out but we ended up talking for hours. We ended up upstairs in my roommates bed and he told me about his past relationships and his problems with depression and I shared my own stories. It felt like we really understood each other, which isn't something I often feel. I cuddled up to him and we fell asleep, but I could feel him kiss my forehead before I drifted off.
The next morning I woke up before my roommate got back and went and got in my own bed. Later that day, this boy asked me if I agreed that last night was weird. You see, I had a boyfriend during this time, and he was concerned that I would feel guilty. I was already planning on breaking up with my boyfriend because I was incredibly unhappy in that relationship, but it was easier to just put it off since he was in a different state for the summer. Anyway, that night my roommate and I had three more previously planned house guests arrive and invited three more so we had a party and I was so overwhelmed, I had to go hide in my room with some beers. I guess this guy felt equally overwhelmed because after a while, he joined me and we talked about how it's nice to have someone else there who isn't necessarily a social butterfly and how everyone downstairs was just too much to handle. We finished my beers and rejoined the party but stuck by each others sides the rest of the night. When everyone else went to bed, every sleeping arrangement was taken except for my bed and my floor. So we went upstairs and he went through the pretense of laying out a sleeping bag on my floor, but he got in my bed and we talked for a long time and then we started making out and one thing led to another and we didn't have sex, but just barely.
We agreed that this should be a one time thing and in the morning tried to pretend it hadn't happened, but I ended up telling my roommate and she sort of gave me a talk about how I needed to break up with my boyfriend before I slept with this boy and I agreed and then I found out my grandma died and I had to drive up to Maryland anyway. So I spent another night with this boy, not having sex but talking and fooling around. He was a virgin so I figured he didn't want to have sex anyway. I went home for the funeral the next day and on my way broke up with my boyfriend.
When I got back, I found out that this guy did want to have sex with me, just not while I had a boyfriend. So he gave me his virginity and we spent the next three days having sex and talking. It was like heaven. Then he had to leave and we agreed to stay friends and to talk about everything. For the first week after he left, we talked almost every night and it was great. Then he started his first week of college and he stopped calling, which makes sense and didn't bother me at all. We still texted each other a lot. Then he stopped initiating contact at all. He still responds when I text him. We had a brief conversation on facebook and I told him about a disastrous attempt at dating and he told me that he liked some girl. I realized that I felt jealous but I tried to be supportive. Then he just stopped responding.
I don't know what to do. I want to keep him as a friend no matter what, but I don't know if he is acting this way because he's upset with me, he likes me, it's just how he is, what?
