So I've decided that since life is a little different right now, I'm going to write a different type of post. Unlike my other posts, this post isn't going to have a point. It's just going to be a story about something that very recently happened in my life, something that I found so outrageous and bothersome, in true Kismet fashion, I want to tell everyone I know. What better time and place to do it than here on my blog while nobody is allowed to leave the house?
I don't know if I've mentioned it here or not, but in October I joined a rock climbing gym. The first night I went, almost the very first second I went, it was very obvious the super cute guy behind the counter--we'll call him Rock Gym Guy--was into me. When at first he struck up a conversation by complimenting the kitty cat tunnels in my ears, I was like, Okay!, but when not long into the conversation I found out he was only 23, I was like, No way. Like I said on my Snapchat story that night, even though I gave him my Instagram when he asked for it and later in the night when he stroked the inside of my arm and told me how soft I was, I didn't exactly pull away (because, let's admit it, there are worse things than having someone hot stroke the incredibly soft-skinned inside of your arm even if he's 21 years younger than you), nothing was ever going to happen between the two of us. I was flattered, but that was all.
Well.
Rock Gym Guy and I first had sex on October 12, and for the next two months, we saw each other kind of a lot. Twice in that time I tried to stop seeing him, the first time because of communication issues and the second time because of um, more personal things. The first time, which was November 27, he convinced me I was overreacting and communication is a two-way street (I definitely have an issue with being the person to initiate contact with guys I'm talking to or seeing due to a long history that we won't go into now). His exact words were, and I quote, I suck at this communication thing, so all I'm saying is to meet me halfway. It's never my intention to come off as distant, I just get wrapped up in things, and I transcribed that verbatim only so you could see I'm not imagining that he tried to save things. The second time, the more personal-things time (however, not so personal that if you're friends with me on Facebook you don't know what issue was afoot) was only a few days later. We didn't talk for a few days that time, but on December 6 he was at my house and until I ended things with him for good on December 16 with a text that he never responded to, everything was back to how it was.
Although far from devastated, I definitely felt bad, and although I didn't realistically expect to hear from him again after that last text I sent, for maybe a few weeks' time, whenever I felt the vibration from a text or heard the ding, part of me hoped it was him. It wasn't. At the beginning of January I found out that M--you remember M, the guy who had me crafting magnetic poetry, the one who abruptly stopped seeing me in early September after four months, he of the April 30 Day of the Happy officially named by me and my friends--got married, and well, if you ever want to completely forget about someone who you lukewarm liked, have someone you scaldingly-hot liked get married two days less than four months after saying he doesn't want to see you anymore. Lukewarm person will be out of your head so fast, it'll be like he didn't even exist--until he texts you again two-and-a-half months after your last communication, that is.
February 28 I was in my sister's rental car on my way to my nephew's birthday brunch when RGG's name popped up in my texts. Hey Kismet, I know I'm definitely the last person you wanna hear from. Just hope everything is going well on your side of things is all is how things began; I didn't hit you up w ulterior motives or anything but I'm getting hot just thinking about our nights is how they progressed. Can I see you? came after not too long, and idiot that you know I am, I said yes.
After seeing each other that night, RGG and I texted a few times over the next week and a half but didn't see each other again. On March 11, his birthday, we sent a few texts, and although my last one was one that should have gotten a response and by should have gotten a response I mean it clearly wasn't a this-conversation-is-done sort of thing, it was an it's-your-turn-to-go-next sort of thing, he didn't. I was annoyed for sure, but because of our history, I wasn't super surprised. After acknowledging that I had a not-uncharacteristic lapse in judgment, I wrote him off one more time.
You know what's coming, though. Of course the motherfucker texted me again.
Four days later I woke up at 2 in the morning when Keifer and his girlfriend, who were visiting from Jacksonville, came in the house. Like I always do when I wake up in the middle of the night, I looked at my phone, and it just so happened that RGG texted me four minutes before. You up? the motherfucker asked. You should come see me, the motherfucker said.
Really?
Really??
Dude. This was just - no.
I texted back that he completely ignored me after our last texts. I told him that all that happens when I talk to him is I end up feeling stupid. Feeling stupid and maybe a little horny splashed on top? the motherfucker wrote. If you can send a pic or two for lil ol me that would be very nice of you. 'Bats eyelashes,' the motherfucker sent.
I know, the nerve, right? And I told him that along with an are you kidding in regards to sending him pictures. But, please. That's nothing compared to what came next.
Sigh, truth is I have gf so I can't hit you up most of the time. But I get where your [sic] coming from so I'll leave you be
Motherfucker, what? I'm sorry, motherfucking what?
Naturally, this information made me, to put it mildly, a little upset, prompting the motherfucker to say, I probably shouldn't have hit you with all this, this late. I feel rising tension >_>
Rising tension? Rising tension? Motherfucker, come again?
RGG and I had some words. I can't post his because they're too publicly inappropriate, even by my standards, but I can tell you instead of showing any type of remorse, whether fake or not, they graphically detailed exact things he would miss. Sorry about the late night drama, night ✨, the motherfucker wrote, and that was that.
Between the rising tension text and the peace out one, I asked RGG when he got the girlfriend. He said around the last time we stopped seeing each other, but my mind had already begun working, and I knew that wasn't true. In my mind's workings, it worked itself to two Instagram posts he was tagged in on Halloween, one from his really good friend's account and one from a girl's account, a girl who, in the photos, his arm was around. Not too long after Halloween, the tagged photo from the girl's account disappeared, something that I didn't think anything of because it's Instagram and things like that happen all the time; I also didn't think anything of his having his arm around her because he could put his arm around whomever he wanted; he could do whatever he wanted. It's not like he was my boyfriend; little did I know, though: He was hers.
How did I find out for sure? I went to Instagram, looked at RGG's tagged photos, clicked on the Halloween photo that still remained, clicked on that photo, got the girl's name, typed it into search, and would you fucking believe that I was blocked?
That's right, I was blocked by the account of a girl who didn't know I even exist which means that at some point, RGG took her phone and blocked my account, I imagine to prevent exactly this. Ironically, though, it was his blocking my account that confirmed my suspicions. If the photo had never gone away, his girlfriend could have been anyone; however, due to his devious, underhanded, premeditated actions, that was no longer the case.
Now, normally, I let things like this go. If RGG hadn't, one, had such a flippant, peace-out attitude, and two, gone through so much trouble to make sure his real girlfriend and I didn't find out about one another, that's probably what I would have done. I would have been outraged and angry, I would have talked about it nonstop, and I would have gone on and on about how much I hate boys.
Basura, I would say. All boys are basura. I can't stand them at all.
But because of my one and my two, I just couldn't let this one go, and so in the middle of the night after all my investigative work was complete, I created a new Instagram account, and with pounding heart and shaking hands sent screenshots of the night's entire conversation to RGG's girlfriend and told her how sorry I was.
The next day, I swear I must have checked that DM a hundred times looking for the little seen, and finally around maybe noon, I got a message back. The girlfriend asked me a few questions, I clarified some things, sent a few older screenshots, and she thanked me for letting her know. Almost immediately after, my phone rang.
Hello? I said pleasantly as if nothing in the world were wrong.
Kismet. Kismet. Kismet. It was almost all he could say. Why? Why would you do that? Kismet, what were you thinking?
Then that motherfucker actually said he never lied about having a girlfriend because I never asked (which isn't entirely true because the first time we hung out, he mentioned not having a relationship since high school, so ummm) and added that he was right not to tell me because as soon as he told me, look what I went and did. He then told me he hoped I had a horrible day and hung up. A few minutes later, the texts came.
I fucking hate you so much, you really just fucked me up. I hate I hate you I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a fucking bitch and a vile creature, said the motherfucker who made me unknowingly complicit in the fucking over of another woman, something I would never, ever intentionally do, and he hopes I never find love. I destroyed him. I could have just given him the speech about him being an ass but instead went behind his back sabotaging him on purpose. He wished me a shitty life--I deserve it--and that was the end of RGG.
Basura, I say.
All boys are basura, and I can't stand them at all.
I don't know if I've mentioned it here or not, but in October I joined a rock climbing gym. The first night I went, almost the very first second I went, it was very obvious the super cute guy behind the counter--we'll call him Rock Gym Guy--was into me. When at first he struck up a conversation by complimenting the kitty cat tunnels in my ears, I was like, Okay!, but when not long into the conversation I found out he was only 23, I was like, No way. Like I said on my Snapchat story that night, even though I gave him my Instagram when he asked for it and later in the night when he stroked the inside of my arm and told me how soft I was, I didn't exactly pull away (because, let's admit it, there are worse things than having someone hot stroke the incredibly soft-skinned inside of your arm even if he's 21 years younger than you), nothing was ever going to happen between the two of us. I was flattered, but that was all.
Well.
Rock Gym Guy and I first had sex on October 12, and for the next two months, we saw each other kind of a lot. Twice in that time I tried to stop seeing him, the first time because of communication issues and the second time because of um, more personal things. The first time, which was November 27, he convinced me I was overreacting and communication is a two-way street (I definitely have an issue with being the person to initiate contact with guys I'm talking to or seeing due to a long history that we won't go into now). His exact words were, and I quote, I suck at this communication thing, so all I'm saying is to meet me halfway. It's never my intention to come off as distant, I just get wrapped up in things, and I transcribed that verbatim only so you could see I'm not imagining that he tried to save things. The second time, the more personal-things time (however, not so personal that if you're friends with me on Facebook you don't know what issue was afoot) was only a few days later. We didn't talk for a few days that time, but on December 6 he was at my house and until I ended things with him for good on December 16 with a text that he never responded to, everything was back to how it was.
Although far from devastated, I definitely felt bad, and although I didn't realistically expect to hear from him again after that last text I sent, for maybe a few weeks' time, whenever I felt the vibration from a text or heard the ding, part of me hoped it was him. It wasn't. At the beginning of January I found out that M--you remember M, the guy who had me crafting magnetic poetry, the one who abruptly stopped seeing me in early September after four months, he of the April 30 Day of the Happy officially named by me and my friends--got married, and well, if you ever want to completely forget about someone who you lukewarm liked, have someone you scaldingly-hot liked get married two days less than four months after saying he doesn't want to see you anymore. Lukewarm person will be out of your head so fast, it'll be like he didn't even exist--until he texts you again two-and-a-half months after your last communication, that is.
February 28 I was in my sister's rental car on my way to my nephew's birthday brunch when RGG's name popped up in my texts. Hey Kismet, I know I'm definitely the last person you wanna hear from. Just hope everything is going well on your side of things is all is how things began; I didn't hit you up w ulterior motives or anything but I'm getting hot just thinking about our nights is how they progressed. Can I see you? came after not too long, and idiot that you know I am, I said yes.
After seeing each other that night, RGG and I texted a few times over the next week and a half but didn't see each other again. On March 11, his birthday, we sent a few texts, and although my last one was one that should have gotten a response and by should have gotten a response I mean it clearly wasn't a this-conversation-is-done sort of thing, it was an it's-your-turn-to-go-next sort of thing, he didn't. I was annoyed for sure, but because of our history, I wasn't super surprised. After acknowledging that I had a not-uncharacteristic lapse in judgment, I wrote him off one more time.
You know what's coming, though. Of course the motherfucker texted me again.
Four days later I woke up at 2 in the morning when Keifer and his girlfriend, who were visiting from Jacksonville, came in the house. Like I always do when I wake up in the middle of the night, I looked at my phone, and it just so happened that RGG texted me four minutes before. You up? the motherfucker asked. You should come see me, the motherfucker said.
Really?
Really??
Dude. This was just - no.
I texted back that he completely ignored me after our last texts. I told him that all that happens when I talk to him is I end up feeling stupid. Feeling stupid and maybe a little horny splashed on top? the motherfucker wrote. If you can send a pic or two for lil ol me that would be very nice of you. 'Bats eyelashes,' the motherfucker sent.
I know, the nerve, right? And I told him that along with an are you kidding in regards to sending him pictures. But, please. That's nothing compared to what came next.
Sigh, truth is I have gf so I can't hit you up most of the time. But I get where your [sic] coming from so I'll leave you be
Motherfucker, what? I'm sorry, motherfucking what?
Naturally, this information made me, to put it mildly, a little upset, prompting the motherfucker to say, I probably shouldn't have hit you with all this, this late. I feel rising tension >_>
Rising tension? Rising tension? Motherfucker, come again?
RGG and I had some words. I can't post his because they're too publicly inappropriate, even by my standards, but I can tell you instead of showing any type of remorse, whether fake or not, they graphically detailed exact things he would miss. Sorry about the late night drama, night ✨, the motherfucker wrote, and that was that.
Between the rising tension text and the peace out one, I asked RGG when he got the girlfriend. He said around the last time we stopped seeing each other, but my mind had already begun working, and I knew that wasn't true. In my mind's workings, it worked itself to two Instagram posts he was tagged in on Halloween, one from his really good friend's account and one from a girl's account, a girl who, in the photos, his arm was around. Not too long after Halloween, the tagged photo from the girl's account disappeared, something that I didn't think anything of because it's Instagram and things like that happen all the time; I also didn't think anything of his having his arm around her because he could put his arm around whomever he wanted; he could do whatever he wanted. It's not like he was my boyfriend; little did I know, though: He was hers.
How did I find out for sure? I went to Instagram, looked at RGG's tagged photos, clicked on the Halloween photo that still remained, clicked on that photo, got the girl's name, typed it into search, and would you fucking believe that I was blocked?
That's right, I was blocked by the account of a girl who didn't know I even exist which means that at some point, RGG took her phone and blocked my account, I imagine to prevent exactly this. Ironically, though, it was his blocking my account that confirmed my suspicions. If the photo had never gone away, his girlfriend could have been anyone; however, due to his devious, underhanded, premeditated actions, that was no longer the case.
Now, normally, I let things like this go. If RGG hadn't, one, had such a flippant, peace-out attitude, and two, gone through so much trouble to make sure his real girlfriend and I didn't find out about one another, that's probably what I would have done. I would have been outraged and angry, I would have talked about it nonstop, and I would have gone on and on about how much I hate boys.
Basura, I would say. All boys are basura. I can't stand them at all.
But because of my one and my two, I just couldn't let this one go, and so in the middle of the night after all my investigative work was complete, I created a new Instagram account, and with pounding heart and shaking hands sent screenshots of the night's entire conversation to RGG's girlfriend and told her how sorry I was.
The next day, I swear I must have checked that DM a hundred times looking for the little seen, and finally around maybe noon, I got a message back. The girlfriend asked me a few questions, I clarified some things, sent a few older screenshots, and she thanked me for letting her know. Almost immediately after, my phone rang.
Hello? I said pleasantly as if nothing in the world were wrong.
Kismet. Kismet. Kismet. It was almost all he could say. Why? Why would you do that? Kismet, what were you thinking?
Then that motherfucker actually said he never lied about having a girlfriend because I never asked (which isn't entirely true because the first time we hung out, he mentioned not having a relationship since high school, so ummm) and added that he was right not to tell me because as soon as he told me, look what I went and did. He then told me he hoped I had a horrible day and hung up. A few minutes later, the texts came.
I fucking hate you so much, you really just fucked me up. I hate I hate you I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm a fucking bitch and a vile creature, said the motherfucker who made me unknowingly complicit in the fucking over of another woman, something I would never, ever intentionally do, and he hopes I never find love. I destroyed him. I could have just given him the speech about him being an ass but instead went behind his back sabotaging him on purpose. He wished me a shitty life--I deserve it--and that was the end of RGG.
Basura, I say.
All boys are basura, and I can't stand them at all.
