Do you remember this story? The one about the great first date? Well, things snowballed from there to a great second date (wine! sunset! pretty view! dinner! lots of talking! intimacy!). "Nice Guy" and I really hit it off; we had instant chemistry and a good rapport.
On our third date, he got a phone call - he got his dream job in his dream city. Things ramped up from there - he asked me to go apartment hunting with him, I helped him pack, we were legitimately dating. Soon after we started being exclusive, though, we started fighting. Our high moments were super high - very open emotionally, but the low moments were mind-boggling. He was moody and not very nice about it (so much for the Nice Guy nickname).