Thread by @torriangray

People have asked for the story here. I don’t think it’s super interesting but what the hell. I met her on OKC right before the pandemic started. She apparently decided we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend after my first message to her, which doesn’t seem very normal.

https://twitter.com/torriangray/status/1387951317360922624

Our first date went really well! I took her out for shabu-shabu. When she walked up I was like oh no she’s much too pretty to be on a date with me, but I made her laugh and the conversation was very easy, and she asked for another date.

The second date was better than the first. There was one weird moment where she claimed my dermatologist was trying to give me skin cancer to make more money, but I brushed my concerns aside because she’s gorgeous and I’m male.

By the third date she just wanted to come to my house to watch TV. Not much TV got watched.

She started coming over weekly to drink wine and sleep over. Then things started getting a little weird.

She would start arguments because she seemed to enjoy arguing. Not like healthy debates, like angry arguments where she’d imply I was stupid. She seemed to delight in trying to humiliate me. I refused to engage like that and it just made her attack harder.

She’d also rant about her son. She HATES her son. She think he’s stupid. The way she bags on him is really weird. It’s not like getting anxiety out, she despises him. She complains about him lying to her, but of course he does. He’s scared of her.

The final straw was when she came over and complained she looked bad because she’d just done a face peel. I said, honestly, that I didn’t notice and I thought she looked nice. She had so much foundation on I sincerely didn’t notice anything wrong with her skin. She blew up.

She accused me of lying to her, saying I saw how bad her skin was and I was lying to spare her feelings. This turned into a multi day argument where she yelled at me trying to get me to admit I had seen how bad her skin was, but I hadn’t. It made me feel like a crazy person.

So finally I had enough and told her I’d had enough and I didn’t want to see her again. Sadly the day I chose to do this was her birthday. I didn’t realize it when I did this and I feel like absolute trash about this, but it was after several days of her beating me up verbally.

I tried to keep the door open to be friends but she kept abusing me via text, telling me things like I wanted to believe I was a good and nice person but I’m not until I blocked her on every platform I could think of.

She responded by sending me a package. I still don’t know what was in it. I dumped it right in the trash. I knew there was nothing in there that was going to make me happy, and even returning it to her would be a response. So in the trash it went.

And so I heard nothing from her for almost a year until she figured out she could message me on WhatsApp tonight. 😩