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Signs of a Psychopath

Hello wonderful creatures! I woke up from my hibernation, just for a while, so I can write this entry.

It's not going to be amazing–what am I saying? everything I wrote in here is not even close to being so.

I don't know why I wrote that, but you know...

I will be telling you a story about an incident that happened in my once-existent love life.

Yes. I had a love life once upon a lifetime ago.

Not the point, though!

So here's an advice:

NEVER let your friends set you up with someone.

EVER.

Your friends make you think they know what you want because they're "experts" and have been in relationships more than you ever did.

For being such "experts", they completely suck.

So let me tell you a marvelous story. About a marvelous boy. That ended in such a terribly marvelous way.

The story began when my amazing friend told me about a guy who might spark my interest. He was funny, down to earth, sweet; some qualities I find important in any person. Legitimately, if you were funny, I would instantly be attracted to you.

Of course, other factors contribute to this (personality-wise). But yeah, a sense of humor is a big deal.

My friend proceeded to tell me the guy was single, and he was interested in looking for Miss Right.

At the time, I thought I wanted something serious as a relationship. Don't get me wrong, I don't do flings or no-strings-attached- type of thing, but I wasn't ready to commit myself to a relationship yet.

But I was a stupid girl who responded stupidly by saying "sure, I'll give this a shot."

If I could've punched myself in the face, I would've. Repeatedly.

Cuz I fucking trusted my friend to set me up with someone who was somewhat compatible with me. A friend would know what works out for me, right?

Terribly mistaken.

My friend sent me a couple of pictures of him, and I thought he was kind of cute. Then they showed me pictures of him with his car. His very nice car.

Again, don't get me wrong; I don't care about a person by how much they have nor do I care about their looks. If they're what I look for personality-wise, then they're a-okay.

So I got his number and he got mine through a friend of my friend, and that was when he texted me.

Nothing crossed my mind when he texted me as soon as he got my number. I don't know why. That was the first sign.

It was the basic "hi, how's it goin'?" type of thing, and went back and forth like that for a while.

He used emojis with every text. That was sign number two. I also shrugged it off. I wanted to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, ya know?

We were probably 80 texts in when he started using heart emojis. It weirded me out because it had been only 20 minutes since we've been texting. That was sign number three.

So I asked him a basic question: "what are some things you enjoy/like doing?"

Then he replied: "I like you." With a bunch of smiley and heart emojis.

At that point, I was like what the fuck?

I didn't know the guy to remotely feel anything towards him! I liked his car more! but I couldn't say that or I would sound like a fucking gold-digger.

That was sign number four.

How many signs is it going to take for you to realize that this guy is a complete weirdo?

My response was as stupid as I was; I didn't wanna hurt the guy so I just typed "Aw."

*digs a 6-foot grave*

I'm just going to slowly die here.

In my defense! I thought he was just being nice. He also said that he liked conversing with me and that I was really funny and cute.

HE WAS SWEET, OK?!

But then, what slapped me back to sanity was when he asked me to— and I quote— send pictures of myself to him. . .

To put it as his profile picture and as his lock screen wallpaper.

. . .
. . .

I was legitimately terrified.

This fucking psychopath had been talking to me for an hour, and he was talking as if we knew each other for a year.

That was when I drew the line and said: "dude, we only just met. Stop."

He kept apologizing and saying that he loved me, and he didn't mean to hurt me.

I stopped replying by that point. I decided to delete this weirdo's number and turned off my phone.

Fast forward two weeks.

I got a call from an unknown number, and I curiously picked up. It was a guy's voice who literally cried out my name. Then he proceeded to tell me how much he loved me, why had I been ignoring him for so long, and the effort he was going to make in order to make our "relationship" work again.

Not a single word left my mouth as I hung up on him. He continued to call again and again, until finally, I blocked his number from my phone.

He miraculously found me on my other social media accounts, so I blocked him on them too.

THE END!!

The moral of this story is: count on your friends to set you up with complete psychopaths.

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Ugh, I wrote a lot.

Oh well.

Read ya later!