A Sad Girl Tale Pt. 1

What the heck?! Life is lifing away. My romance life is absolutely trash. I have come across so many men in life and thus far, it seems like the one's I decide to take it further with end up being complete basura (trash in Spanish).

Hello world, my name is Sad Girl. Why? Because I am a sad girl. A hurt girl. The girl who has to sit and reflect often about wtf is going on and how I am going to move forward once I get through heartbreak. A cycle I try to avoid by simply dating, then running away once I find one simple thing I dislike. This time was so different. What appears to be pretty on the outside is not what it is in the inside.

In this series, you will go through my many dating experiences. Some are bomb while others are just weak. I cannot believe that I am in this position YET again! Truly shocked! I thought this man was going to be my husband. Such a joke. I am a joke for not listening to my gut and the red flags during the first month of dating this narcissistic, arrogant, and manipulative MF. True nightmare.

Shall we begin? Let's dive in.

It's the end of the summertime, 2021. I saw that a yacht party would be taking place the weekend after my birthday and I thought it would be something to do with my friends as the summer came to a close. My girlfriends came over to my place, we pregamed and was lit. Once you feel that buzz, you know it's time to roll out.

We get to the yacht, we meet some men and they invite us over to their section they had got. There's brown and vodka as the liquor of choice, but me and my girlfriends was already gone off of tequila. What do we do though? We end up drinking some vodka and some drunk some dark liquor. We're partying and now we are DRUNK. We're bouncing off the walls, dancing around and needed to step outside for some fresh air because we were truly turnt up.

My friend & I and along with us is one of the guys from the section, we walk outside. Yes, he wanted to talk to me but he was not my type. We end up running into this dude that looks SO familiar. I'm like "Girl, I think I have him on Instagram, let me go speak." I walked over and here is how the conversation went.

Sad Girl: Hey don't I know you?

Pretty Boy: No, I don't believe so.

Sad Girl: Are you sure? Type in your IG so I can prove you wrong

*Sad Girl hands Pretty Boy the phone and he inserts his Instagram name*

*Pretty Boy hands the phone back* *Sad Girl realizes, they really do not know one another*

Sad Girl: Oh sh** my bad, well, I will follow you anyways.

*Pretty Boy smiles*

Pretty Boy: Ok, bet

I ended up walking away with my friend and the guy from the section. The guy from the section ended up dapping me up because he thought I was running game.

Guy: That was smooooooooth! You got game girl!

Sad Girl: What do you mean? I legit thought I knew him. I was not trying to bag him. *laughs*

We all laughed, went back into the yacht and continued turning up. By the end of the night, we were all drained. The yacht party was one to remember because we had tons of fun together. It's not about the atmosphere, but it is about who you come with. The energy you bring with you.

I get in bed and see that Pretty Boy followed me back. He started liking a bunch of my photos. I really did not pay it any mind because that is just what men do sometimes.

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So the yacht party happened on a Saturday and I had to be at work of course that following Monday. I work in NYC and on my breaks, I like to go shopping. I went to this hidden boutique near 34th street and while I was walking, someone airdropped me their number. At this point, nothing in NYC surprises me anymore. Crazy is normal. I posted about it on my story and laughed about it.

Pretty Boy responds to my story.

Pretty Boy: Lmao shooters shooting, I'm dead

Sad Girl: Lmfao this has wax trafficking written all over it. I don't like it.

Pretty Boy: What in the world is wax trafficking lol

Sad Girl: Sex* lmao, you knew exactly what I meant

Pretty Boy: Lol I promise you I didn't. But I def should've

Sad Girl: It's ok. It's been a long day

Pretty Boy: It definitely has been if sex eluded me

Sad Girl: Well take it easy for the rest of the day

Pretty Boy: Fo sho

Pretty Boy: So if I airdrop my number you gunna play me like this?

Sad Girl: Lmao. Maybe not. I know what you look like already.

Pretty Boy: Haha guess I made a good impression

Sad Girl: Lmao we barely spoke but you're attractive.

Pretty Boy: So are you

*Next Day*

Sad Girl: Thank you

Pretty Boy: You're welcome and Good morning. Are you single?

Sad Girl: Good morning! And fortunately I am. What's your status?

Pretty Boy: I'm single as well. We should go hang out sometime, if you're interested.

Sad Girl: I mean, only if you're not a sex trafficker like the person from yesterday. But sounds like a date.

Pretty Boy: Lol absolutely not. What's your schedule like?

We dm'd the rest of the day basically getting to know a bit more about each other and figuring out each other's schedules. Come to find out we both like playing games and are very competitive people. He's a fitness trainer and I am a film producer. We were both intrigued about each other's career path's. Plus I never dated a man with muscle because we all hear how small their penis' can be. So honestly I felt like I was just making a friend with an attractive a** male that had great conversation.

We spoke every single day in the dm's. We also finally found a day for us to go on our first date. I went through our mutuals on Instagram and come to find out, we know some of the same people. Not many, but maybe like 3 or 4 people. So off rip, I hit up the person I am closest to. I needed the scoop prior to meeting him! I wanted to know what I was getting myself into prior to.

Sad Girl: Heyyyyy, so I have a question

Sweet Mamas: Hey babe, wassup?

Sad Girl: It's about this guy. Let me know if he's a dub or nah. Sending over his pic now.

*Sends pic*

Sweet Mamas: Omg Prettyyy Boyyyyy!!!!

Sad Girl: Tea. Spill. Neow.

Sweet Mamas: He is a HUGE fitness head. To the point I heard he dubbed girls who don't work out. He's practiced celibacy and stuff. Um, he can be a bit obnoxious in my opinion but is sweet. I think he stays with his momma, but idk if he moved out yet. He used to have a spot in Harlem but Covid made him move back because of money and stuff, but I think he got better because he has a new car and sh**. He don't like girls who expect him to pay for everything. I know this because he used to date my friend's friend. They ended really badly because I think they had different expectations of each other. But remember a lot of this is an outsiders perspective, so take everything I say lightly. There's two sides to every story, but I've chilled with him a few times to know what's true and what's not. He's definitely and alpha male. Heavily religious.

Sad Girl: Loving this spillllll. We've been writing each other every day now and we will be going on a date next weekend. I have no idea what to expect from him. But so far he sounds interesting.

Sweet Mamas: Umm let's see, I haven't heard anything about his d*ck so I can't say anything about that, but you never know with these gym heads.

Sad Girl: *Sends shrimp emoji*

Sweet Mamas: Lmfao deada**! But he is quiet and super private. So your business won't be out there for sure. I will say he is friendly unless y'all are in a relationship relationship. So don't think you're the only one when yall dating.

Sad Girl: Ouuuuuuu sh*t.

Sweet Mamas and I continued our convo and I knew what to sort of expect. The next day Pretty Boy posted on his story about how he went on a date with someone and they looked fresh off of work and how it turned him off. It was funny to me because based on what Sweet Mamas told me the day prior, it made sense lol. I had no worries because I step EVERY TIME I go out on dates. I was excited now and couldn't wait to finally meet him and see him without my blurred, drunk vision. I was so lit on the yacht that I forgot his height. I am 5'8 so I want a tall man.

We continued dming on Instagram and we are some funny individuals. All of the memes we sent each other were hilaiorus. I liked him off the strength of that. He finally found a date spot for us and FINALLY asked for my number. He says it was kind of ridiculous that he didn't have it. I agreed and sent him my digits. He hit me up via. text and from there we planned everything else out. Times, locations, everything. I cracked jokes on him for living in Jersey because I lived in Manhattan but he didn't have an issue driving to get me and then going back downtown to our date spot.

It was FINALLY Friday and time for our date. Please keep in mind we've been writing each other for 2 weeks. Memes, jokes, flirting.. all of the cute stuff. Just perfect. I'm not going to lie, I was nervous. This handsome man was about to pick me up in less than an hour and I just kept remembering what Sweet Mamas told me about him. I really hoped I was going to be absolutely perfect. I also decided to wear sneakers to the first date because I truly did not know if he'd be shorter or taller than me. I was hoping he'd be taller than me though.

Then..... It was time. He texted me that he arrived and my heart started beating out of my chest. I was nervous as hell. I got on the elevator and went downstairs. I saw a red Camaro directly in front and I just thinking "that must be him. Damn I'm nervous." I walked out the building with my short, skin tight, pink dress and my white Air Force ones. I walked up to the car and he hopped out. He... was... sexy ... as F**K. Automatic butterflies and sweats. He came around and opened the door for me and handed me some beautiful flowers. I was stunned. Is this what I've been waiting for? Before he came, the things on my list for a great first impression was if he'd open my door, bring me flowers, and not be all up in his phone. So far, he checked 2 things off of the list.

The drive to the restaurant was cool. He sparked the convo and we were just talking about our careers and things of that sort. I knew I was nervous because I avoided eye contact, I was sweating like a pig, and my mouth felt super dry. I would glance over at him every now and then and he was just looking SO GOOD. I wanted to plop myself right onto his face. We arrived to the spot, went inside to get seats and someone randomly walked up to me. It was a guy that followed me on Instagram and I don't know him too well but he started a convo with me when Pretty Boy walked to the bathroom. When he came back from the bathroom, he looked a bit bothered by the guy speaking to me and I guess the guy peeped it because he shook his hand and just walked away.

Pretty Boy and I got seats right outside but it was ok because the weather was perfect. So far, everything was perfect. We ordered our food and some drinks. While eating, ANOTHER guy came up to the table and introduced himself to me. It was awkward because my date was right in front of me. He looked so annoyed with it at this point. After the guy was speaking to me for over 20 seconds without acknowledging the man I was with, I glanced over at Pretty Boy and the random man finally shook his hand and walked off. Pretty Boy looked nervous now. I felt a little more confident because this isn't new to me, I just did not think it would ever happen to me while on a date and with a man with muscle at that. These men were BOLD. We continued eating and our conversation. Yet again, ANOTHER man who was walking randomly stopped and this time went to Pretty Boy and told him that I was beautiful and he was a lucky guy to be sitting across from me. Pretty Boy responded "Yeah, I know." It made me blush.

We finished our dinner and started walking back to the car. He grabbed my hand and we were joking and talking. I also felt like we were walking in the wrong direction but he claimed he knew where he parked. I made a bet that didn't know and we both bet on meals from each other. He ended up winning because he definitely remembered where he parked. We get in the car and he asked me where we should go next, so I suggested a spot that I knew my friend was DJ-ing at. We arrive there we get drinks and we danced all night long. We even ended up kissing there. Not only kissing but making out. THIS was INSANE. I do not ever do this because boy, what if you was doing something crazy with your mouth earlier? I didn't care though. All I knew was that I was having the best night of my life. He asked if I wore sneakers to height check him I laughed and said yeah. He called me a p*ssy lmao! He was a smidge taller than me. probably 5'9 or 5'10. Nothing major. While there, a man tried to talk to me when he went to the restroom. He came back shaking his head. We laughed, continued partying, then he grabbed my hand and we left out.

He drove me home after and before I got out the car, he asked if men trying to talk to me was something that happened often. I knew the answer was yes, but instead I told him from time to time. He says to me that he's not insecure or anything and that how it was just a lot tonight. He kissed me goodnight and told me he would let me know when he made it home. What a date! He was everything I was expecting based on our messages.

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We spoke every single day. Texts, DMS, and on FaceTime. We spoke about our favorite liquor, religion, expectations in a partner, animals, favorite movie genres, my favorite dish to cook and yes, he asked me when I was going to cook for him since I lost the bet. He even sent me a mini workout plan so I could reach my goal. A week passed and Hurricane Ida hit NY and NJ. His car was destroyed. We had planned to do a movie date but now the situation was sticky because, how was he going to meet up with me and/or pick me up? He said he would figure it out and he did.

Drake's Certified Lover Boy album dropped that Friday and we waited until we linked up to listen to it together. We're both fans so why not? It also gave us an excuse to spend more time together. It's Saturday, he's outside waiting for me so we could go to the movies and I made sure I looked even BETTER this time from the 1st date. I walked out in my blue 2 piece and boots and he looked like he saw an angel. He loved the look and of course, I loved his. We went to go see Shang Chi and it was great. After the movie, we chilled outside for a bit and talked about the film, then went to a bar that was next door. We ate a snack, played darts, drunk a bit then headed back to the car. As we were in the car, we listened to the album together and drunk some liquor he had brought with him. It was a vibe.

We vibed the entire time until we finished the bottle. We talked and made out. He drove me home. I didn't want the night to end and I knew he didn't either. I gave him a good night kiss and we ended up making out again. He asked if I wanted company, I said sure. I got out the car, went into my building and ran to tidy up real quick while he parked the car. I lit a candle, turned on the album so we could finish listening, dimmed the lights and went back out to go get him. He came in took off his coat then I pulled him in to kiss me. We ended up making out on the bed. His lips were so soft and his hands were so strong. I ended wrapping my legs around him.

He pulled my shirt down some and starting sucking on my nipples and I started unbuttoning his shirt. One thing led to another and there we were, making love. It was amazingggggggggg. He didn't have a shrimp at all and he knew how to have great sex. I was stunned. I also couldn't let him outshine me so I showed him some of my tricks. He was loving it because every time he released, he was ready to go again. The connection was amazing. I was so happy. I had zero regrets. He was the sh*t!!! We both knocked out soon after.

The next morning, I woke up early and make us some breakfast. Bacon, eggs, French toast and some fruits. He was shocked and pleased. As a thank you, he gave me more sex. This time, he had me in the air. I never did this before but this man is strong with muscle so of course, I am a light weight to him. That turned me onnnn. Now, I'm hooked.

Again, We spoke every single day. Jokes, memes, learning about each other. He would call me during the week to come over and hang. We would watch movies, spend time, and of course make love. As time went on, I would initiate the phone calls because he was the main one doing it. Now the issue was, I always answered whenever he called, when I called, he almost never answered. Maybe once or twice. So it bothered me and he was about to make himself a dub. I also expressed that to him. He apologized and we continued what we were doing. During one of our conversations, we spoke about the religion and tarot card thing because he was a Christian and I wasn't. I was spiritual but not religious. I had my reasons. He called what I do witchcraft. He basically came for my neck. I didn't like it but what people don't understand, they will always look at as negative.

He continued coming over to see me and we continued to make love, chill & watch movies. I would cook for him every morning after the night he would stay. One time we ended up having unprotected sex. Now to make him comfortable and for my own sense of comfort, I got tested the next day and sent over my results. Me doing that was because, I got a taste of his raw penis, I wanted more. LOL!

We didn't go a day without speaking. He called me one night then the call was ended. I was tight but I wasn't going to flip about it. He texted me.

Pretty Boy: My phone died

Sad Girl: Ah

Pretty Boy: Why'd you one word me?

Sad Girl: Cuz I was finna say sum but it hung up. I wanted to block you when it clicked.

Pretty Boy: Lmao if you want to block me so bad just do it. But I don't enjoy the feeling of being disposable. Especially over nothing. And if you was going to say something just say it. I told you that. I hit you right back when the sh*t turned on.

Sad Girl: Ok Pretty Boy.

Pretty Boy: What were you going to say?

Sad Girl: Something silly I saw, but I lost it. *lying cuz he blew mine*

Sad Girl: And you're not disposable nor going anywhere anytime soon. Period.

Pretty Boy: *Send photo of him smiling in camera*

I didn't expect him to flip over that but I guess it really bothered him. That was our first little "argument" little did I know, I was in for a RIDE. Our next date was at a Trap Karaoke event. This time, my friend was joining us and one of friends were supposed to as well. He came over to my place to pregame with my friend & I and then we all went to the event together. While going to the Uber to head there, my friend hopped in but the Uber driver said we needed masks. So I ran back towards my building. He called my name and tried grab my arm and was like "don't walk away from me" I mean it was cute but like hello, why are you being low-key aggressive? I continued to get the masks we got to the venue now it was time to turn up. Both of them were turnt, I just felt nice.

We all danced, he went to grab us drinks at the bar, we drunk, then my friend got wasted to the point she needed to sit down. I found a spot for us to sit at while he was grabbing more drinks. He ended up calling me and asking for me to jump in the bar line for him while he went to the bathroom but instead I heard "Get in line for me, I will sit with your friend" I'm not sure how I heard that but I said ok bet! He came back in line and was talking to some random chick behind me. I just happened to look behind me and see it so I was confused like "ummmm where is Slim Girl?" He said I have no idea. I rolled my eyes, brushed pass him and others to run to get to her because she was done and alone. Some random girl grabbed me by my bag and was trying to swing me around. I basically squared up and we almost fought until a random guy broke it up. I immediately ran to Slim Girl and she was slumped over on the floor. I picked her up so we could leave and called an Uber. At that point, I was pissed at him! I didn't care how he got back. But still being a good person, I called him and said I'm leaving now, so if you're coming, come. We hung up, he called again so he could find me outside but wasn't listening when I was trying to tell him so I hung up. He was a little mad about it but he took forever to come to me. I was fed up and was about to hop in the Uber to leave. I finally saw him and yelled for him to come on.

Now I live in a studio apartment. My friend ended up staying the night because she lives in Long Island and she was drunk as hell. We made it back. I had him carry her inside and we put her to bed. I had an attitude because he was inconsiderate about the whole situation and he saw that I was pretty pissed. As I was changing out of my clothes in the closet, he came in and started talking to me about what happened and was trying to see what was wrong. I'm sensitive so I explained everything and started crying because I hate being brought out of character. He held me and kissed me and told me he was sorry about everything that happened and that he got my back. We went to bed afterwards.

The next morning, I made a big breakfast for the all of us. Sausage, bacon, eggs, French toast, fruits. After breakfast he left to go to church and me and Slim Girl debriefed on wtf happened last night. We ended up binge watching Squid Games together and just chilling out the rest of the day before she left to go home. The day to day me and him speaking of course was happening. I ended up having a pretty bad start to the week. I couldn't focus on work nor get anything done really. We spoke about it through texts but I wanted to talk over the phone instead, so I called. He didn't answer, yet again with him not answering my calls. Me already being fed up I texted him that he never answers my calls and to not bother calling back. He explained he had clients and then said ok he won't call.

The next morning, I sent him a long message expressing how I dislike that when I'm reaching out to someone I'm into and they can't be available for me. Granted I understood he was working but it was clear I was upset, he should've still called even when I said don't bother. Maybe that was immature thinking, I don't know, but I knew one thing. It was becoming a pattern of him not answering for me. He ended up calling and we spoke about it over the phone and made sure we were good. The next morning, he was approved for his own apartment. We were hype about it. I was so happy for him that things were working out in his favor.

Now visit back for Pt. 2 of this tale. We are finally breaking into the part that ended up being the root of our soon to be issue that leads to trauma. See you next time!