By now you will be well acquainted with ‘Mr Obsessed’, a mutual ex who A Woman Scorned #4 and I have the misfortune of sharing. #4 has been telling you all about how they met etc, so I thought maybe I’d treat you to the story about how, my life got twist turned upside down….
It begins, as with many of my stories, on POF. He’d messaged me on a particularly slow day, I clicked onto his profile and to be honest was put off by his pictures. I remember he had a particularly horrendous picture in his boxers with a toilet in the background. No likey.
However, he messaged me a few times in a row, I was bored so I messaged back, it turned out he was literally around the corner from where I worked, so we met for coffee in my lunch break.
The conversation was good, he was also very cuddly which appealed to me at what was a lonely, vulnerable time. He wanted to take me out for dinner that evening, so I agreed to meet him after work…
We went for a walk around the park, this is where he started to kiss me every few minutes, and told me that he was going away with his job in 3 days, for 6 weeks.
A few things struck me as odd during the dinner conversation, not least the revelation that he’d borrowed money from his parents to pay for dinner, especially as he was in his 30s.
On the walk back to the station he started pressuring me to come back to his. Especially as it was only 10 minutes away from where I live. At first I refused, thinking he was trying to get into my lady parts with his (micro) cock.
However, persistence is one of Mr Obsessed’s key features, something which I’d grow to resent very quickly. I agreed to go back to his, but only for an hour or so.
When we got in the cab back to his house, he mentioned that we needed to spend about an hour talking to his parents. I realised with some horror that we were actually going to his parents house, he was offering me up as the new girlfriend, ON THE FIRST DATE.
I just about got through the hour long awkwardness. Mr Obsessed then lured me upstairs for ‘a cuddle’ before I went home. At which point he told me he loved me, on the same day that we’d started talking.
I went home having resolved to conveniently lose contact with him while he was away with work. As the level of intensity was clearly that of someone with limited mental capacity. If only I’d managed to stick with that resolution!
To be continued….
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