The day my friend gave out my number to his friend without my consent I was beyond furious. Having dealt with so many weird men the last thing I wanted was to deal with another weirdo. I had the option to cut off our conversation from the first text but somehow, he intrigued me. Also, it had been a while since a man found me attractive, so I was feeling myself.
Chris and I bonded quite well. He was a keen listener, which surprised me from our first phone conversation. He was also funny, and we had the same taste in music. Talking to him daily made me so happy. By week three of our talking stage, I became attached and started picturing our future together.
Whenever he would post photos or share anything on social media, I was the first to like or comment. His compliments would always make my day and every time we scheduled a phone call, I would eagerly wait to hear his voice. Falling too hard for a guy has always led me down the road of disappointment but with Chris, things felt different.
Normally, talking stages are not supposed to last long but ours did and that’s where the problem began. During the fourth week, Chris started acting funny. His everyday good morning texts stopped. He would reply to my texts hours after I sent them even though he was online. I knew that the mature thing to do was to try and talk things out. But being mature was not my stronghold and so I decided to play the ignore game.
We didn’t speak to each other for a week and as much as I wanted to stay strong I couldn’t. On a random day, I let go of my ego, called him and we talked things through. Moving forward, things went back to normal but not completely. I had this ability to tell when someone’s energy was off, and Chris’s was way off. Instead of raising the issue, I thought it best to plan a meetup.
During the first weeks, he had suggested that we go on a date but due to our schedules, we kept on postponing. I reached out to him, and he agreed. On the day of the date, we had planned to meet at 1 p.m. I usually hate uncertainty especially during meetups because it gives me anxiety. So, to make things clear, I called him in the morning to confirm if we were still meeting up. He didn’t pick up. I got out of bed and started getting ready as I waited for his call.
An hour later he didn’t call me back, so I called again. He hung up my call and sent me a text.
“Hey, sorry I don’t think I make it today can we reschedule?”
“Sure,” I replied.
Whenever someone asks me if we can reschedule, I often think it is upon them to look for another day and plan a date. Chris never bothered to do so and with time I finally gave up. I deleted his number but forgot to unfollow him on Instagram because he didn’t post much. Two weeks later, he posted a photo of him with a woman I assumed was his girlfriend. The filter that was used was from Snapchat. The date they had met up was the exact day we were supposed to go on our date.
I wanted to lash out at him but realized that it wouldn’t change anything. So, I decided to move on. I never thought of what would happen if I met him since we lived very far from each other. The chances were slim to none or so I thought.
A couple of months later I bumped into him at a restaurant around Kilimani. Being our first meetup, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Pictures didn’t do justice to how handsome he was.
“Hey, it’s been a while. Care to join me for lunch?” He said.
Since I had already ordered I accepted and followed him to the table he had chosen.
We spent time having a casual conversation. The jokes, stories and compliments reminded me of the first few weeks of our talking stage.
“This was amazing, and I don’t want to leave but I have a meeting in the next 45 minutes,” He said.
“It’s okay, I have to head out as well and get back to work,” I replied trying to hide my disappointment.
“Would you mind if I take you for dinner today? ,” He asked while smiling.
“Sure,” I replied without hesitation.
Later that evening I took my sweet time getting ready. Making sure that everything was perfect. At 6:30 pm he texted me confirming the location. I left a few minutes later and arrived at the restaurant by 7:30 p.m. Looking around I couldn’t spot him, so I decided to pick a table and wait for his call.
One hour went by and he still hadn’t arrived, so I decided to call him. Talk about history repeating itself except this time he didn’t send a text. My calls went unanswered, and he wasn’t online. The waiter had checked in on me twice already, so I ordered, ate and left. I got home, took a shower and got into bed. Since it was still early, I decided to go through my socials.
His story was the first on Instagram and so I clicked on it and there she was. The same woman he had ditched me for months ago. I was so pissed off that I sent the photo to our mutual friend hoping to get some insight. The two had broken up a while back and so when Chris was supposed to be having dinner with me, he went to meet up with her instead to reconcile. So once again I was taken for a fool. My first thought was to write a confrontational text, but I knew that wouldn’t change anything. He knew what he did to me so instead I accepted what happened, blocked him everywhere and went to sleep.
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