We broke up because he acted hypersexual in the group chat and my libido is zero, but at our cabin trip last night he drunkenly confessed he faked it all to hide his performance anxiety—and was actually relieved every time I said no. I still want him, so is it crazy to think we could actually work now?

Well, look at that: the big group-chat stud was actually shaking in his sneakers the whole time. Welcome to the classic teenage circus. Half the guys bragging about their wild sex drives online are mostly just terrified of freezing up when the bedroom door actually shuts. You spent months feeling broken and guilty because you thought your lower libido ruined the relationship, while he was quietly thanking his lucky stars every time you rolled over and went to sleep. The irony hurts, but it is also the best news you could have gotten. The monster that broke you two up wasn’t mismatched desire—it was the exhausting pressure to perform for an invisible audience. Wait until the hangovers clear, pull him aside away from the cabin crew, and say: "So, about what you said… since neither of us actually wants a wild marathon, how about we just take sex completely off the table and see how we feel?" Drop the scripts, ditch the group-chat bravado, and see if you like the real, vulnerable boy underneath. Real intimacy usually starts where the show stops.