There’s this guy I met on this app in the Youkay. I am also in the UK. We met the same day I chatted with him because we happened to attend the same gym, which made it easier. Yeah, I loved him at first sight. Crazy, right? I didn’t care how he felt about me, but he seemed to be interested. He helped me work out and also motivated me to do some things I normally wouldn’t do. We went out at night and discussed getting to know each other better. We spoke at length, and he seemed to be my kind of person—no doubt. We got along so well. On the third day, he dropped me home after our workout at the gym. He requested my nud€ picture, and I told him in the car that I would send it, but my face wouldn’t be included. He was fine with it. I sent it right away on Snap. He saw it, loved what he saw, and further told me to get a cucumber, squ-rt, make a video, and send it to him. Lol, the craziest thing I have ever heard. I was like, “Okay…” So here’s how it got m€ssy—he got home and requested another picture. I told him I would only send it if he sent me a picture of his D. He refused.
So I made a statement and told him he made me feel stoopid for sending mine while he didn’t send his. That was how this British Yoruba demon ghosted me throughout the night till now. I sent a series of messages trying to apologize for using the word “stoopid,” even though I knew I wasn’t wrong. But I was willing to say sorry to make things work out. I was too humble and real—I didn’t fake anything. I guess he knew I liked him and acted up. I saw him at the gym the next day and even tried apologizing in person—for what exactly? But still, I said sorry because I didn’t want any bad energy from anyone. I don’t like having issues with people because I love being at peace with myself. He pretended to accept my apology, and I jokingly asked if he was going to drop me home after the workout. He said I needed to ask for permission from him and not just assume he was going to drop me. It was crazy, like—did I ask for permission before when he dropped me back? Ever since then, till now, he ghosted me, and I did the same. Deep down, I am pained because he didn’t even get to know me before ghosting me.
I am literally the best person anyone can have as a friend or partner. I don’t need validation from anyone—I know I am a good person, and I know my worth. Even though I’m pained that he didn’t get to know me, it’s his loss. I am a strong girl. I didn’t believe I could fall for someone at first sight, but yeah, it is what it is. We still attend the gym, but I think he’s trying to avoid the times I go. I really don’t care about his existence, lol. He seemed very comfortable with life, and so am I. I have a good job—I’m okay too. The bone of contention is: Ladies, know your worth and don’t ever settle for less. To h£ll with you, Daniel! Immaturity at its peak. I think he ghosted me because he saw that I wouldn’t be the type to dance to his tune and keep sending nud€s. That’s probably why he ghosted me, which I’m happy about—he revealed his true colors earlier than expected. I dodged a lifetime bullet. I am happy.
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