Rich Boy Part II
Apparently people are actually reading this, so I’ll keep it going.
Rich boy. The one and only.
Lets give him a name.
Shawn.
Shawn owned a hedge fund and lived in Manhattan. All facts. I’m not even changing city names to cover up who he is.
He was fast.
He texted me non-stop for a week, almost every hour and he would respond back very fast, within seconds. And told me he loved me, almost immediately.
Stupid girl.
I was 27 and so into his style. He was 36. Not a huge difference.
He had a sweet youthful face, about 5'10", but with an og swagger and speak. Your typical LA bad boy. He knew how to dress too. Hermes belts, red gucci shoes, tom ford jackets etc. He was my Mr. Grey, minus the weird sadistic traits. He would comment on my style and tell me to dress better (lmbo).
He knew exactly how to talk to me. He would say things like ,”let’s go somewhere far. I’ll take you on a trip with me”. Or, “I want us to have babies”. He would text me screen shots of the amount in his bank accounts and ask me for my address, so he could "send me something".
He was also overly affectionate when in public. He was definitely not shy. Lots of hair grabbing, body grabbing, sweet talking, up close & personal. All in public. Oh. my. yum.
It was all him, I didn't have to say a thing, it was great.
I can’t even handle how stupid I was for believing all this. I still can’t even believe I’m writing this all out.
We only hung out a total of 7 times in one year. But we would talk on the phone nonstop & text nonstop. I knew he had a busy lifestyle because of work - one week in Chicago, one week in Dallas, one week in Florida…etc…so I waited it out.
It was worth it at first. It was great seeing him after long periods of times. He would give me what I call now, “breadcrumbs” - he would sprinkle these breadcrumbs every now and then. He would call me baby constantly. And text I love you constantly. He would end every call with, “I’ll see you soon”. And then text me I love you after we hung up. Even though I would never see him. He would call me every night and we would have two hour conversations. So it FELT like a relationship - you with me ?
Don’t feel bad for me. This is not a sad story, I can laugh now at how stupid I was for going along in his game.
To be continued…..
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