goodbyemountainman
On the Prowl
So I was fooled. In a most painful way. It has been only few days since I just realized that I got involved to the most disgusting kind of human being and I still got shiver thinking about it. And here's my story:
So after sad years living abroad like a loser, I came home, thinking maybe it would be better here. Yes, I'm in the closet- so do most of gay guy in my home country. But at least I can find someone in a same shoe to connect with. And I thought I did when I saw him on a local gay dating site. Yes, he was handsome, sweet and have passion with photographing like me. And we live close to each other. I made the first move and ask him out. Long story short, we became very close. And one day on a journal to capture beautiful pictures, we had sex. 23 years of my life, I have never been so connected with someone that way. I thought: "Well this is love then?" That feeling was confirmed when he text me with the most sugar-y, sweet and "crazy-about-you" message. I was trying to play coy but I finally fell for his trap after all of those words. One day he asked me if he can borrow my DSLR because he lent his to his cousin. Oh, and it was for his uncle's funeral. Like an idiot I was, I gave it to him without thinking about the consequence that I'm suffering right now.
My parents started concerned about what I had did. And they told me to get it back. After a few texts, he told me he will give it to me on Friday night. We agreed to meet on a coffee bar. He never showed up. Never answered his phone (I think he blocked my number) I waited for 2.5 hours. Then I had to come home.
After series of text and unsuccessful calls, I got his message:
"Listen carefully. You will never find me. All the information about me on the internet is fake. If you ever seen me again, pretend we don't know each other. If you want confrontation, I suggest you reconsider it carefully. I have texts, and pics and video of our having sex. You want to see it? If you makes any move, I will send it to your family. Consider this is a lesson for you. You should thank me for this. Bye"
I felt like a sky felt into my shoulder. I got a block of chills around me. A man whom I've loved and cared has revealed himself to be a thug. And you know what is really sad? My parents warned me extremely when I first met him (of course I only told them he was a "photoholic" friend) I argued tirelessly instead of listening to them. And they are right. I was trying to grow up, and now this is a mess because of my childish thinking. How ironic, huh?
I tried to solve the problem. I asked for my camera back. He text back, saying I have to pay for it or there will be nothing else. And this number will get erased in couple days. I literally threw up. Shame, disappointed, angry. I had no choice but to confess to my parents about me being conned so deceitfully like that. I apologized to them for being stubborn and ignorant. Luckily they forgave and told me to move on. Again I owned my heart to them.
Now I decided to lose the battle, no to withdraw. I want him out of my mind. I want that disgusting asshole erase completely. I don't even want to get angry if I ever see him again. Tell me how, would ya?
So after sad years living abroad like a loser, I came home, thinking maybe it would be better here. Yes, I'm in the closet- so do most of gay guy in my home country. But at least I can find someone in a same shoe to connect with. And I thought I did when I saw him on a local gay dating site. Yes, he was handsome, sweet and have passion with photographing like me. And we live close to each other. I made the first move and ask him out. Long story short, we became very close. And one day on a journal to capture beautiful pictures, we had sex. 23 years of my life, I have never been so connected with someone that way. I thought: "Well this is love then?" That feeling was confirmed when he text me with the most sugar-y, sweet and "crazy-about-you" message. I was trying to play coy but I finally fell for his trap after all of those words. One day he asked me if he can borrow my DSLR because he lent his to his cousin. Oh, and it was for his uncle's funeral. Like an idiot I was, I gave it to him without thinking about the consequence that I'm suffering right now.
My parents started concerned about what I had did. And they told me to get it back. After a few texts, he told me he will give it to me on Friday night. We agreed to meet on a coffee bar. He never showed up. Never answered his phone (I think he blocked my number) I waited for 2.5 hours. Then I had to come home.
After series of text and unsuccessful calls, I got his message:
"Listen carefully. You will never find me. All the information about me on the internet is fake. If you ever seen me again, pretend we don't know each other. If you want confrontation, I suggest you reconsider it carefully. I have texts, and pics and video of our having sex. You want to see it? If you makes any move, I will send it to your family. Consider this is a lesson for you. You should thank me for this. Bye"
I felt like a sky felt into my shoulder. I got a block of chills around me. A man whom I've loved and cared has revealed himself to be a thug. And you know what is really sad? My parents warned me extremely when I first met him (of course I only told them he was a "photoholic" friend) I argued tirelessly instead of listening to them. And they are right. I was trying to grow up, and now this is a mess because of my childish thinking. How ironic, huh?
I tried to solve the problem. I asked for my camera back. He text back, saying I have to pay for it or there will be nothing else. And this number will get erased in couple days. I literally threw up. Shame, disappointed, angry. I had no choice but to confess to my parents about me being conned so deceitfully like that. I apologized to them for being stubborn and ignorant. Luckily they forgave and told me to move on. Again I owned my heart to them.
Now I decided to lose the battle, no to withdraw. I want him out of my mind. I want that disgusting asshole erase completely. I don't even want to get angry if I ever see him again. Tell me how, would ya?









