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Kadratis
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About two weeks ago, a gay "pornstar" (I'm not sure whether to believe it or not, still) added me as a friend on XTube, who claimed to have found my little biography on the site interesting, named Dalton S. So we talked for about an hour on Yahoo!, and then I finally asked for his number. And he gave it to me. I nearly fainted. Not only was this guy interesting, he was frigging hot too (mind you, I'm usually not one who falls for people for their looks...
)
So we talked on the phone quite a bit, prolly about five hours every night. Then, just last Sunday, he asked me playfully if I could come pick him up in Springfield, IL from where I live, in Dayton, OH and take him to Cleveland. I don't know why, I guess because I was looking for love in all the wrong places, I decided I would. The trip was torturous. Not only did I spend almost all my money (currently unemployed
*sob sob*) on gas, but I also got my first speeding ticket.
So I picked him up, and I'm surprised I nearly didn't die. I mean, his pictures didn't do him justice. On our drive up to Cleveland, he kept giving me these teasing looks. If I had the opportunity to lose my virginity during that trip, I would have done it in heartbeat, but I'm so glad I didn't. When we finally got to Cleveland, he introduced me to his other modeling friends. It was kinda odd though... a house full of gay porn stars all living under one roof. Felt more like a brothel, really. Anyway, after I was told I couldn't spend the night, I left. It's kinda sad, though. Usually, because I suffer from bi-polar, I'm always down, but when I met Dalton, I was actually up. That's never happened to me. I became a completely different person.
Anywho, I ended up having to pull over at a rest stop outside of Cleveland and sleep for the night (so uncomfortable, btw). When I got home, I wrote a blog about my whole trip and how I was completely different person because of him. When he found out I wrote it, he (and his other models) totally flipped out on me. It was starting on that night, I started crying myself to sleep. Seemed I was wrong about him.
The next day, I got a text message. He needed money! How could a pornostar with $300 sun glasses need money?! He wanted $100 to pay for rent, and I almost gave it to him so I could make up for the blog entry. But I didn't. The other half of me stopped myself, because I came to the realization I was being used. I so badly wanted to though, since I was a different person because of him, and I loved him. Having so many connections with a person like that was incredibly hard to resist. I told him to leave me alone, and I removed him from all methods of contacting me.
Heartbreak isn't something I've faced yet, considering I've never really had a boyfriend. I cried myself asleep for the entire week, last week, but I'm feeling a little better now. But it still bothers me...
Now I just wanna know, what would you have done in this kind of situation? Given him the money, told him to f*ck off, or something different?
Thanks guys, and much love.
~ Kad
So we talked on the phone quite a bit, prolly about five hours every night. Then, just last Sunday, he asked me playfully if I could come pick him up in Springfield, IL from where I live, in Dayton, OH and take him to Cleveland. I don't know why, I guess because I was looking for love in all the wrong places, I decided I would. The trip was torturous. Not only did I spend almost all my money (currently unemployed
So I picked him up, and I'm surprised I nearly didn't die. I mean, his pictures didn't do him justice. On our drive up to Cleveland, he kept giving me these teasing looks. If I had the opportunity to lose my virginity during that trip, I would have done it in heartbeat, but I'm so glad I didn't. When we finally got to Cleveland, he introduced me to his other modeling friends. It was kinda odd though... a house full of gay porn stars all living under one roof. Felt more like a brothel, really. Anyway, after I was told I couldn't spend the night, I left. It's kinda sad, though. Usually, because I suffer from bi-polar, I'm always down, but when I met Dalton, I was actually up. That's never happened to me. I became a completely different person.
Anywho, I ended up having to pull over at a rest stop outside of Cleveland and sleep for the night (so uncomfortable, btw). When I got home, I wrote a blog about my whole trip and how I was completely different person because of him. When he found out I wrote it, he (and his other models) totally flipped out on me. It was starting on that night, I started crying myself to sleep. Seemed I was wrong about him.
The next day, I got a text message. He needed money! How could a pornostar with $300 sun glasses need money?! He wanted $100 to pay for rent, and I almost gave it to him so I could make up for the blog entry. But I didn't. The other half of me stopped myself, because I came to the realization I was being used. I so badly wanted to though, since I was a different person because of him, and I loved him. Having so many connections with a person like that was incredibly hard to resist. I told him to leave me alone, and I removed him from all methods of contacting me.
Heartbreak isn't something I've faced yet, considering I've never really had a boyfriend. I cried myself asleep for the entire week, last week, but I'm feeling a little better now. But it still bothers me...
Now I just wanna know, what would you have done in this kind of situation? Given him the money, told him to f*ck off, or something different?
Thanks guys, and much love.

~ Kad


















