So, this is my rant directed at informing other women, and possibly men, about something I learned about this year...
I learned that there are internet predators. Oh,yah, go ahead and laugh, we all knew about them a long time ago...did you just wake up from a coma?
Nooo, but I didn't do dating for a long time after my divorce...its been over 5 years, I finally got up the nerve and did online dating.
This was almost a year ago. I thought I would meet men who were in my area, and just have some light dating, just to get my feet wet.
But, after meeting this guy, he seemed, well, like everything I wanted. Only thing was, he was far away...ah well, I thought at the time, he's interesting to talk to. I'll just have a friendship with him, I definetly don't want a long distance thing.
Well, two weeks into back and forth light banter, where he not only responded to every little thing I said, but, showered me with attention.
Ah, those were the days.
Well, two weeks into it and he starts asking me for pictures...so, I take a normal selfie in the mirror, you know, not even duck lips. I thought he was just asking for confirmation that I'm me.
Oh, I sent it. And got lots of what I felt were undeserved compliments, and encouragement for MORE.
What could he mean by more?
I found out, and let me tell you, I'm not proud of this, I complied. I sent stuff that I deleted immediately, I sent stuff eventually after a few more weeks that make me blush thinking about it, and get that sick feeling in my stomach.
Now, I'm not a prude, I just have been so detached from any romantic relationships that I was eating up the attention. I was desperate. And buying into the biggest BS lines EVER...before you laugh and think that this is pure stupidity, let me just say, that I don't do that with anyone else, EVER, and haven't done it since. I sincerely beleived that he meant what he was saying, and I was gullible...shame on me.
Come to find out, after a few more months that this is his way, he collects women, using his irrisistable charm, and he, like a vampire, sucks their integrity, the essence of their feminenity and their sweetness right out of them, drains them of their desire to find a healthy relationship, drains them of their beleif that they are beautiful and special, because, trust me, I wasn't the only one, no, I was to find out that he beleives that he should be have sex with and partner with whoever he wants whenever he wants...well, that certainly put me into my place, didn't it.
Gradually, I found out of this year that I have been added to his dusty old collection, and guess what?
I'm not having it. I can leave whenever I want to, and I am, and so should all of his collection, we can't fix him. We can't heal him, and we can't BE the imaginary perfection that he thinks he wants while he sucks us dry little by little.
Pfff, vampires...they're all the same.