Last night was trés bizarre.
It was my second time meeting up with Steve at his house. I wasn’t really sure about hanging out with him again because nothing clicked the first night, but I was thinking maybe we could be friends because we had a major thing in common — we’re both bipolar and medicated (well, at least I am…). So I walk into his house and he wants me to sit on the couch with him. I sit next to him and he immediately goes in for the kissing. I pull away and say no and he tries again, but I keep firm that I don’t want to so he gives up. Thank god.
Next he wants me to sign into my POF account because he wants to see if I have talked to anyone else. I do so (why, I don’t know) and he sees that I have been talking to another guy. This makes him irate. He wants me to leave and as I am doing so he goes, “Do you really think hot guys would want to talk to you?” and “That was my friend who messaged you (bullshit) and he doesn’t think you’re pretty, in fact he thinks you’re fat”. I get in my car and my phone rings and it’s him. I don’t pick up. I then get a string of messages like so:
- That’s so messed up. You should at least say you’re sorry lol
- I’m not mad, I just can’t date you
- R u mad at me?
- Haha you saved your pw to my phone so I can log into your account
- Have fun with **** can’t wait til he finds out ur just a lying hoe (yeah, I am a gardening tool, w00t!)
To which I did not respond to any of them. And yes, he was snooping through my messages so as soon as I got that text this morning, I changed my password and figured that wasn’t good enough and deleted my account.
I then made a new account… I am not letting one bad apple harp on my dating fun. But I am vowing here on out to only meet people in public places. I have been kind of bad just going to their house. Walking around like I’m invincible or some shit.