You’d think at first glance that the snow is melting and summer is around the corner. No. That’s not what I meant.. it ‘s supposed to snow today and apparently snowed the whole time we were in Dawson. What I’m referring to, is that love is in the air. Unfortunately, for me that means shit is going to get weird.
On Sunday night, while still in Dawson City, I was sent a picture of a stuffed bunny in error by someone that I don’t speak with usually.
Since I was already a few drinks in, this random bunny picture ended up sparking a conversation. We chatted back and forth again on Monday night when I got home and although Luc seemed kind of strange, he told me that he needed a friend and when someone says they need someone to talk to, the right thing to do is listen.
That’s how this mess started. Tuesday and Wednesday we chatted back and forth for the majority of the day and on Wednesday, we decided that we would meet over the weekend for appies at Earls.
The next morning I woke up to 60 missed text messages. They were scary. To give you an idea:
“You would have loved me”
“I do love u”
“I want you. I can’t have you”
“I’m committed to u whether u realize it or not”
“Your the only one I have any interest in”
“I just want to serve u and do whatever u want”
This is just a tiny glimpse into the texts. There must have been 200-300 (once I started responding at 3:00 am, he would answer what I said with 25 texts.) Needless to say, the date is never happening and I am concerned about going for walks alone and he might show up randomly at my work. Blockity blockity block. #seeyounever
Next day I matched with a gorgeous military man in Alaska. Legit well out of my league but decided to respond to his message anyway. After talking for a day or so he asked me to send him $200 so that he could get a leave from the boat and promised he’d pay me back as soon as he landed. He even did a video call with me with a video of the hot dude crying… it was pretty impressive. Except he played it upside down so I laughed at him. I obviously did not send the money but when I told him where to go, I complimented his persistence and told him about playing the video upside down and that his phone number wasn’t from Boston, where he claimed to be. Maybe I ended up helping him scam his next victim better.. oops! I asked that he forward me the real name of the dude he was cat-fishing, but he never did. Díck.
So, not sure if I’m just thirsty right now or if my pheromones are out here killing it but I feel like this blog could quickly turn into an erotic novel at this pace. Good luck friends.
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