Fatal Pursuit

quindici

Two hours of waiting all alone in a wet cave was not how I planned on spending my evening. Two hours of complete boredom and preemptive horniness. Hanging around looking stupid and feeling even stupider.

I called. I texted. I called and I texted and texted and I called and even left voicemails but nothing. Ignacio didn't show.

Then, suddenly I hear my phone buzz. A text from Ignacio, finally! I expected a paragraph-long apology explaining how he was so sorry, his motorcycle broke down on the side of the road in a place with no service so he couldn't text me back but now he was on his way.

10:23pm: infinity please please please don't contact this number again

I was so confused yet I held hope that it was a joke that I wasn't getting or a dumb prank. I texted him back several times and at some point, my messages stopped going through, as if he had blocked me...

Oh my god. That motherfucker blocked me.

I couldn't believe it. I'd been ghosted. By the dude who was literally begging for me just days ago. He really said cum and go, ejaculate and evacuate.

I'm so pissed, more at myself than at him because the worst part is, I was starting to actually feel something for him, as embarrassing as it is to admit. He made me believe that a man could truly and deeply desire me. But apart from the physical aspect I really felt like I was seeing a part of him that very few people in his life get to see.
I'm not one to fall easily for sweet talk either. Words like you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, you're so different from other girls, even I love you's rolls off of me like rain on a frog's back.

I've been hurt the worst by people who tended to spew this genre of sweet nothings without regard, so I have always kept my walls up. But I let my guard down for him and so quickly too. I took the risk, I put all my money into the investment, and for what? To be played again.

To make matters worse, I was so horny that I briefly considered rubbing my front against a stalagmite or one of the ridges that jut out from the limestone deposits.

And let me tell you right now, horny, angry and disappointed is the worst emotional combination.

I just couldn't believe what he had done. He's probably been planning this all along. All of the inconsistencies he had unknowingly let slip while I was with him that I had naïvely brushed off started to make sense. He'd probably lied about everything. Was his name even Ignacio?

Oh, god. I'm just one of his little souvenirs. He got what he wanted from me and disappeared, just like every other guy.

Except for one.

"Dante?" I called him and he picked up on the first ring.

"Hey beautiful, what's up?"

"Remember what you said about always being there for me? Did you really mean that?"

"Absolutely. Always means always." His voice sounded so soft and comforting, even over the phone.

I was on the verge of tears, my voice trembling as I tried to get the next sentence out, "Are you free?

"Of course, always got time for you. But what's going on, sweet girl? You sound upset. Did something happen to you? Do I need to come kill someone?"

"No, I'm fine um, it's it's done...me and Ignacio."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm never gonna see him again. Whatever we had, it's over."

"Like over, over? Like you've had this conversation with him and you ended things?"