I met a man last year—we’ll call him “Darryl.” I had just turned 21 and was starting to discover all that nightlife had to offer in the city where I live. I was out one night with a good friend when he first approached me. That first night I didn’t realize who he was, so I totally blew him off, and then went about my business. It wasn’t until months later that I realized Darryl was a very well-known man throughout the city.
We innocently exchanged contact info one day via Facebook, so he could “keep me informed.” Over the next couple months I would continue to see him at different events. Then Darryl started texting me, saying things like, “We should hang out” or “grab a bite sometime;” but our schedules never seemed to sync up. The first time we finally met up, it was for lunch during my break at work. We hung out sporadically a few more times over the following months, and would chat every day via text message.
One evening after an intense make out session Darryl revealed that he had feelings for me. Then, a few months later, he asked me to go to New York with him for the weekend. We stayed at this nice hotel right in Times Square and went out for dinner and dancing every night. During that weekend we had sex on two separate occasions. I’ll admit they were not my best performances. I was so nervous both times. Physically, Darryl is perfect—tall, GORGEOUS, fit body, manicured hands and feet, basically, aside from being blessed, the man takes care of himself very well.
On our last day in New York I asked him what he was honestly looking for, he told me he’s been in a long-term relationship before, and wasn’t looking to get back into that again “at the moment.” I took that as he just wanted to fool around, no strings attached, and I decided I was fine with that since my intent was not to date him. Despite his physical attributes, I already knew he wouldn’t make a good boyfriend. That day I half jokingly said that once we returned home I would probably never hear from him again now that I’d given it up to him. He assured me that was not the case. Once we did get home, though, I didn’t hear from him for nearly a week. This was a devastating blow to me for many reasons. Then he finally did contact me, but the amount of dialogue we had was becoming more infrequent. I simply assumed that whatever had transpired between us was just a fling and moved on.
About a month later he contacts me and we make plans to hang out at his place (which I had never been to). After about an hour we start kissing and touching and the next thing I know where going at it on his bed. Again, not my best performance (damn nervousness!). Over the next several months he continues on with his sporadic pop-ups. Whenever he did text me he would say things like, “I miss kissing you” and “when are we going to hang out again?” Whenever I would try to make plans he would constantly flake on me, disappear for a few weeks, then pop back up and apologize for standing me up. Mind you I’m seeing activity all over his Facebook and Twitter!
My friends advised I stay away since he was so flaky, and I’ve tried ignoring him, but I have a weakness for incredibly gorgeous men. This guy makes Denzel look like Dave Chappelle. I’ve always been confident in my own appearance, but in all honesty, I feel like a troll standing next to him. Also, I’ve seen the kind of women that fawn over him and the types that he’s dated, they all damn near look like supermodels and video vixens. I’ve asked him why he keeps blowing me off and if it’s because he’s dating other people, or has a girlfriend—he denies both but I’ve completely stopped initiating any contact with him.
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