The getting my shit back: RATED R
So for today’s edition of Fxxking Hell What’s Going On I’ll give a bit of a heads up/ disclaimer. I don’t quite know how much context I should give or in what order but I think ima just brain dump and you will just have to bare with my messy post. Enjoy.
Context 1: So it was the night of my school formal, me and my date (who was an ex of mine we hadn’t been dating for like a year) had actually planned on going but that’s another story for another time. So we ended up going to my friends party across the road, but I ended up having to look after my date who wasn’t having such a good time in the stomach department. As I was holding his hair back (he had long Jesus hair) some huge beautiful dude walked up and asked
“is this guy bothering you?”
I was a bit confused cuz I was quite clearly helping him throw up but it was a kind question I guess? So I just kindly said no. He then asked if we were dating I laughed a little bit too hard and loud cuz my date looked at me for a second then returned to what he was doing. Anyways we talked for a bit I asked him to hold my stuff while I got water and he gave me his jacket because I was cold. He was very romantic HE SAID I WAS BEAUTIFUL IN ITALIAN (he could have said anything tbh but I chose to believe him cuz y not). So I gave him my details when I decided my date wasn’t going to recover. Long story short beautiful dude asked for nudes and I said no so we stopped talking.
Context 2: I had been invited to a Halloween party by one of my closest friends and I only knew like three people there so at one point me and my friend went and sat by the front door to relax with our beers. Every now and then someone who was late would knock and we would let them in taking turns opening the door. My friends ex walked in on her turn and we had just been laughing about it then when I opened the door THE NUDES DUDE WALKED IN I was very much in shock and on impulse I just said
“Fuck me in the ass”
I said it real loud too right in his face and ran down stairs as far away as possible because no thanks. He ended up coming up to me later to “apologise” and I was a bit embarrassed about how I kinda slammed the door in his face so I talked to him, but the whole time he kept on flexing that he was a model for some big brand and got big money and was a super athlete. He was actually quite friendly but I ended up just walking away anyways. But as I was leaving he came up and said that he still had my stuff and had been holding onto it for like a month or two and I should get it some time.
Context 3: both times we met I’d had a couple beers and we were at parties so I was probably a bit flirty and friendly and I was definitely keen on him buutttt I prefer being friends with people first before I like, date them and stuff so that’s kinda what I was interested in if that makes sense.
Actual story: My plan was I’d get my stuff from his house and maybe hang a bit then leave. It was all very wholesome and friendly no bad juujuu besides just being nervous cuz I didn’t really know this dude. I got to his house I was too scared to go down the drive so I asked him to come fetch me from the road and he took me to his house and kindly gave me a tour. He seemed very nice but the conversation was quite stiff. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie and I said sure y not and sat on the couch he laughed and pointed to his room so I went and sat on the edge. I ended up scooting near him so I could see his laptop better and he put his arm around me (panic panic ). Then out of nowhere he paused the movie, faced me, grabbed my face, pulled me closer. I was absolutely shitting bricks I already had bad anxiety and I was kinda wanting to be friends so I was all clammy and shaking. So when he put his face ON mine, my stupid stupid instincts did the unthinkable… I just automatically blew. I actually shit u not I blew like you would a really big balloon and I ended up blowing his lungs up like a balloon. What the FUCK. He flew off me obviously winded and super disturbed. We sat for a bit longer he tried two more times I was in too much shock to move and was having a panic attack so I was glad when he asked me to leave.
I promise that’s the last time I’ve talked to this dude and I hope I never see him again cuz I’m so embarrassed but that’s the end of this failed romance. Until next time.
