The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of (Literally)
I cannot believe I’m saying this, but The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of is proving difficult to get rid of… again. He’s a lunatic. A crazy fucking lunatic. And he will not leave me alone right now.
I think I’ve got myself a little stalker.
Texts, texts, texts
Yesterday I woke up to a barrage of text messages from Guy, all proclaiming his love to me, begging for another chance, asking what he can do or change to make me happy again…
For a split second, like a mini-millisecond, I thought about it. Things are up in the air with One Ball right now. I still don’t know how he feels. Would it be so bad to give them both a shot at the same time? See which one comes out best?
What are your views on multi-dating? Is it a good thing? Bad thing? A thing that everyone does and I just don’t realise? I’m not great at it, to be honest. Despite the man-juggling I appear to do on this blog, I really only have one partner/lover on the go at any one time. I forget what I’ve said to which person, tell the same story twice to one person, and totally forget at least one of them exists when I’m trying to juggle.
You’ll be happy to know (or not) that I didn’t crack. It’s been difficult enough to get rid of him this time around, so I can’t imagine how annoying he’d be, a second time around.
“Look, as fun as I think it would be, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to try again,” I said to him, before adding a little lie: “I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” he replied. “How about fuck buddies, then?”
Jesus fucking christ, I actually despair.
I was starting to lose patience with him at this point, so I figured it would be best to tell him straight: “Fuck buddies don’t work when you’re throwing around the L-word. No, thank you.”
And then… it got worse.
When he was finally finished trying to convince me to have sex with him at least one more time (his words,) he changed tact. He decided to go back to the make-her-jealous approach, which, as you’ll come to know, goes down with me about as well as a fart in a lift.
That other girl
“You remember that vanilla girl, I told you about the other day? She’s just left my bed,” he said.
Ew. Gross. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? It was a desperate bid to make me jealous, and I knew that… but fuck, it made me so angry, too. He spoke about that poor girl like she was trash. If what he told me was to be believed, he was picking her up and putting her down when it suited him.
That’s no way to make me run back to you, my dude. It just highlights how much of a misogynistic little cunt you are.
“I was gagging for sex,” he continued. “If you’re not gonna fuck me, I’ve got no choice but to fuck her.”
Yep. He said those actual words. I wasn’t even responding at this point; he was just going with the flow, talking to himself.
I wanted to let rip at him. Correction: I actually wanted to reach through the phone and rip out his vocal cords, but I wasn’t Inspector Gadget, so ripping chunks off him would need to wait. I chose to stay silent for as long as I could… which was a while. He kept talking shit the whole time.
He was adamant that he was going to get a rise out of me, though. Adamant. What was his next step? That’s right: he sent me a fucking screenshot of his text-sex with “Vanilla Girl.”
That was the point at which I couldn’t take anymore. I’d given him enough rope, and he’d proverbially hung himself just as we all knew he would.
“Please don’t text me ever again,” I told him, then I blocked him on WhatsApp.
Guy then sent a text, so I blocked his number. He sent a message on the PoF app next, then Instagram, then a handful of voicemails, then calls and texts on my business phone…
It was fucking relentless.
I just kept deleting and blocking. Everywhere that he popped up, I deleted and blocked.
He might actually be crazy. Like, will end up on a crime show one day crazy. Stalker fucking crazy.
I’m so finished with that tosser.
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