I will start from the beginning I guess.
I have always had issues with time wasters, ghosting me at the final second, ignoring the most basic of requests, catfishing, and just generally being assholes.
That is, until I met him.
His name is Mark, around my age, about 6'2", physically fit, and checked all the right boxes.
We originally met when I was living alone, he came over one evening and we had an amazing night, quick chat, lots of foreplay, and amazing sex!
He did things for me that other men had been too scared to even attempt, despite assuring them I was more than capable of taking and actually enjoyed.
We met multiple times after that, always great experiences, and I was very happy that I had met somebody who was local, capable, enjoyed our time together as much as I did, and was always eager to meet up, because of this, I was perfectly okay with broadening my horizons and trying things I wouldn't in the past, all in the effort to please him.
Flash forward a while, probably about 4-5 years, we had kept in touch, and met occasionally, but I was now living with family again, a little further away, still fairly local to eachother, just with some hoops to jump through in order for me to be able to meet up.
He explained that he would be house-sitting for a long weekend about 5 minutes walk from where I lived, and we proceeded to plan what sounded like an amazing weekend.
I was to finish work on Friday, go home where I had prepacked a bag with everything I would need...
A few different outfits for different occasions, toiletries, makeup, literally every base was covered in this bag.
After cleaning up, I would walk the 5 minutes to the house, where he would have left a key for me to enter and get myself ready for the coming weekend.
Whilst this was happening, he would be in town, picking up a few bits for us, food, drinks, and funnily enough, a beautiful female friend of his named Christie, who would be joining us for the first night.
Thursday night I sent him a quick message explaining how excited I was and that I could barely wait to see him...
No response, that's okay I thought, he does work nights, so maybe he is busy with work and will get back to me when he gets home in the morning.
I awoke Friday morning with still no response, but I just pushed it to the back of my mind and decided to get on with work, the quicker I finished and got home, the quicker I could get to the house and the weekend of fun could begin.
I must have checked my phone about 1000 times that day, and every time I just assured myself that he must've been busy getting everything ready.
Oh how wrong I was.
I finished work at 5pm, usually sticking about until around 5:20, I left dead on 5, and walked home, still no messages, showered, still nothing, I got my bag and placed it by the front door, ready for his message so I could leave promptly and not waste any time.
As the hours passed, I began to get a bad feeling, and after seeing him online on both WhatsApp and here, I sent him a few messages, which, I know he saw, but decided not to reply to, my bad feeling only increased.
Hours turned into days, and eventually (as I am writing this), an entire weekend, and still, no responses, just silence.
I have now resigned myself to accepting the fact that, I have indeed yet again, been ghosted.
Only this time, by the man who, due to how eager he always was to meet up, I was almost certain would never do that to me.
I've been sitting at home almost in tears, hoping that something happened to prevent him contacting me, but deep down inside I know that isn't the case, I know he has consciously decided to ghost me.
I just don't know why...
I have some thoughts, but honestly, I don't know if I want to know why, you know the saying, the truth hurts, well sometimes it does hurt, but sometimes it hurts a lot less than living with your thoughts.
Anyway, as the title suggests, this isn't a happy story, but a sad one, and I wrote this not for the enjoyment of others, but as a warning to everyone to remember, people are capable of a great many things, including that which you think they are not. |
