Romance Intermission Part 2

Dear My Cutie Wanderers,

Let's continue, here is my testimony as to why you shouldn't give the guy who liked you for a while a chance:

So in the group chat, they tried to get me to hang out with them.

I was always busy with work because I had such a hectic schedule, and I was still this flaky friend from high school who wasn't being let out by my parents.

Plus, I was really struggling with money too, so it was really hard to hang out with me.

So he would say things like, "I’ll pay for our outings together, but only for you," and basically try to say he would do this or that for me.

Hyping up that he’d be a provider.

On the side, he would tell me about how he’s felt for me for a long time, and he got really sexual with me every time.

He sexted me about all the things he’d do to me, while my close friend (some girl, ehehe) and I were on the phone, laughing.

During these sexting sessions, he truly thought I was feeling our messages; the whole time I was on the phone with my friend, laughing and weak from what was happening between us.

When we first tried dating out, he told me he doesn’t really date black girls and goes for white girls mainly.

What’s funny about this statement is that two of his exes were black, so this was such a red flag for me that he would share such information with me so comfortably and boldly.

Then he would be vulnerable about his home life and his mental health, which I tried to help in a way, and suggested things to help him.

I even suggested maybe he had one of the disorders I’ve learned about in psych, and if he wanted to check it out with someone.

I would try to maintain the friendship stance and not really dive more into the sexual romantic tension we had all these years.

In his mind, he had me as this sexually advanced girl; meanwhile, I was just a virgin with an overactive imagination and knowledge strictly from young adult romance novels.

He told me he once busted a n*t to this photo I once posted.

I did tell him I didn’t like sexual things, and I wouldn’t have us try anything.

Now again thinking back, and based on my brain, this was also a traumatic event for me.

Small T not the big T level of trauma.

I simply can’t remember what happened, but I do remember ending things, and it didn’t work out well when I rejected him.

I thought we could go back to being friends, but it didn’t work out.

He didn’t take my not liking him in that way too well.

I remember that when things didn’t go well for us, he got a new girl from Tinder the following week, who also happened to have gone to our high school and who was already following me on Instagram and Facebook.

I thought she was beautiful. I encouraged him to go for her and was even rooting for them.

He tried so hard to make me jealous of her and said how wonderful she was, and I was just genuinely happy for them because I didn’t care for Mr. Peepee, actually.

Reflecting, I never actually liked him.

I liked that we could joke with one another, and essentially, I liked that he liked me.

I guess you can say I liked feeling wanted, and he filled that.

He definitely had really high highs and low lows, and I didn’t deserve those moments from him at all.

So he lasted briefly in my life, but though he did, I considered him as an option against the 6 line because he showed me more “love” than the 6 line ever did, which I told the 6 line about.

This then led me to make an entire pros-and-cons list about the both of them.

GUYS, IF YOU NEED A PROS AND CONS LIST, RUN!!!! ONCE THE WORD" PRO STARTS POPPING UP IN THE NOTES, HE GOTTA GO.

As for Mr. Pee Pee Head and me today, we later got into this argument post his newly founded relationship status, in which I listened to him and apologized, and then we got into this other argument strictly because I didn’t want to invite him to my birthday party, since for my birthdays I have never invited men.

I am strictly a girls' girl for my birthday.

When I say I am a girl's girl, I mean that shit. It’s fuck n—-as and hold them to their actions.

Back to the plot, paragraphs later about why I don't want him there, and all, we ended up going no contact. WOOHOO!!!

When he and his girlfriend were still together, she blocked me on all platforms for what? She did it right after I congratulated her on graduating college and wished her a happy birthday.

I do hope he did tell her I found her beautiful and was happy she was dealing with whatever mental illness he had going on because I wanted no parts.

What’s funny, too, is she always watched my story after they were officially together, so the blocking took me by surprise. I mean, like, she was the first to watch my story type shit.

I still hold a grudge about this situation because bitch I don’t know you like that, except for the fact that I supported her in high school when she raised awareness for PCOS now known as PMOS.

But when she got with a bitch with the last name that sounds like you’re taking a tinkle, now she wants to suddenly stalk my page, be the first to view my stories, then block me?

It’s like, what made that happen? A MAN???? A SHORT MAN????

I was so hurt because what happened to women supporting women, you know!! As a woman, you should never hate me because of a MAN.

I just can’t stand that she did that over a MAN with that kind of last name.

The tea is warm about these people, actually.

Cause the friend we had in common, who had us in the group chat, told me after we went no contact that he's “moved on '' and that he called me “that thing” when she brought me up in conversation to him.

She stood up for me, allegedly, and said that he shouldn't disrespect me like that and that she can’t be friends with someone who disrespects her friend (me).

Looking back, red flag but hey.

I would like to say that after this situation, she was still his friend and very close to his girlfriend.

When I get lost within my friendships, we will further discuss this shady, weird move. But till then, the chapter on Mr. Peepee intermission is closed.

Actually, let’s reopen this in 2026…

Girly added me back on Instagram two years ago, and on top of that, I saw this man at Target near my job once in our current year.

DRAMAAAA. He ignored me and I ignored him, but I was like, oop jump scare! Ugly ass mf.

As for their relationship status, I don’t know, but I assume her adding me back on the socials again means they are done.

As for my other intermissions, there were really a lot of shady men.

One of whom may have been a Russian nationalist (it never clicked with me what a nationalist was), and another who turned out to be a Trump supporter.

OOO, another one of my intermissions, could squish a watermelon with his thighs.

It was sexy to me at the time because thick thighs save lives wink

Also just remembered, another guy was really into butt plugs and sent me videos along with pictures of him putting them in there... so there's that. LOL

Well, that was the end of this chapter.

I had more blocked trauma than I realized. You never realize the shit you let slide until you leave the situations and grow.

But um, comment and let me know your thoughts!

Read on for the lessons I have learned from this horrifying, drama-filled experience.

Yours truly,

Marie-Anne