Wayne

 Now let me talk about this piece of work. So during my years of debauchery we frequented a club/sushi bar and he was a bouncer then, then a server. When I was there I always had my eye out for men because that was my favorite thing to do. Wayne was alright looking and I thought I might be interested in doing him. He showed up as a potential friend on Facebook so I friended him and BAM he friended me so fast and we started talking. I guess he had been checking me out, too. He had a thing for redheads (Don't they all?) and older women (again, don't they all?) so he had a GF but they had an open thing so I was all about that. 

We talked a lot. Idk it all happened so quickly. It was like he started taking about how he was falling for me and stuff. Now THAT is unusual. I don't hear that from guys and I was looking for more of a meaningful FWB situation rather that random hookups so I was all in. So all he had to do is mention falling for me and here I goooooo.... I'm falling for him too. 

Then he stopped talking to me for a couple weeks and I was crushed. No response to texts or anything. WTF.  OK I guess he was sick. But one day without hearing from him I was so lost. But I knew I was a goner at that point.

Our entire relationship (or whatever) was about 6 months and it was a complete and total roller coaster ride of ups and downs. I fell in crazy love with this man and he told me all the nice things that I wanted to hear. Sometimes he would ignore me for days and weeks and I would cry and sob without any response from him. Did he love me??? I went over to his house to hook up only a couple times in that 6 months and I turned down many men because I only wanted Wayne. Nobody else was as good as the man I loved. The feeling of new sweet romantic love felt good, I won't lie. It's different than the love you have for someone you've been married to for twenty years because it's so fresh and new and passionate. 

We wanted to be together one day. He claimed he had to block me on FB and on IG and everywhere else because his GF was jealous because he loved me. Or whatever.

I eventually came to my senses. Wayne had exes and children across the country and there was always a sob story as to why he had to leave them. It was never his fault. He wasn't paying child support for any of his kids. He didn't even have a license because he had been in a car accident with a pregnant ex and now he get's too anxious to drive (or some shit). His most recent ex hated his guts even though he adored her. But he ran off on her and their kid so why shouldn't she hate him. 

Current GF found him on an online dating site while he was homeless pretty much and she took him in. lmao like a lost puppy. He apparently was pretty meh about her but he was more or less living off her. 

He had women all over the country that he would chat with and send pics, some would send him money. Some lady in CA would send him 10K at a time. Now this is all according to him and I don't know what is real and what is fake. 

But I feel like I was played. And nobody plays the player. What did he want from me? Idk. sex? He didn't have to claim he loved me to get that. Shoot, I've banged guys I've known 15 minutes. 

I never gave Wayne money. Maybe it was just a game for him. I was just a player in his game. I guess I could ask him one day. But why would he tell me the truth now?

Tyler King

 Nobody reads this anyway so I'm going to ramble about something. 

So Tyler was a guy back a few years ago that I met through Tinder. He was 21 years old and adorable as can be. He was my exclusive FWB for quite a few months at his request. My husband was the exception, of course.

Anyway he used to stop by once a week or maybe more and we'd have crazy hot sweet sex and then he would leave until the next time. He had some mom issues which maybe was why he liked me so much perhaps. His mom had passed away a few years prior. One time he came over on her birthday and he was very sad. But I cheered him up good. God, he was a hot thing, 

At some point we hadn't met up for a little while, I think he had a new job or something and couldn't come over and when he finally picked me up after work at my serving job it was so amazing. We fogged up the windows. Oh, I fogged up windows on my car many, many times. And on other people's cars as well. 

One night I couldn't sleep and he was on snap and I snuck out of the house and he picked me up a little down the road in my PJs. We were racing down the highway and he was listening to Kodack Black and we had the seats leaned back and the windows down, I felt so wild and young like we could do anything! Like for a minute I wanted to run away with my sweet 21 year old Tyler and just do anything and everything and pretend I was someone else. 

He took me to a park and we had crazy sex in the back seat. He took me home and I went to bed like nothing happened. We had so much fun we wanted to do it the next night. I got up in the middle of the night and met him in my PJs like before, we went to the same park and everything. It was so good. But this time was different.

As we drove past my house I noticed the lights were on. I knew I had been caught. I was scared to death what was going to happen to me when I got home. Tyler started getting snap messages from my husband. So he blocked the Snap account and asked for my email. I tried to tell him but it was difficult to explain at the moment, so much was going through my mind. I was panicking. So Tyler dropped me off where he picked me up and I walked home ready to face my unknown punishment.

The front door was locked. So I started knocking and knocking. David came out and pushed me down onto the ground. And started kicking and kicking  and kicking me. Kicking my body as hard as he could. I just wrapped my arms around myself and wished for it to be over. I fantasized that Tyler would come back and save me from being beat up. I just kept picturing him in my mind. 

That night I had the crap kicked outta me in my own front yard, I was yelled at, attacked, smacked and had a bebe gun held to my temple. Not my first or last punishment, but the worst.

Four years later I still think of Tyler. I wonder what he's doing now. I hope he's ok. I hope he has an amazing girlfriend. I hope that he remembers me and it makes him smile.