Tell me all about Melvin*
I met him on Tinder in January 2020, and our connection was instant. We started talking every day—long phone calls, endless texts, funny videos back and forth, you name it. After two or three weeks, we decided to meet in person for a date.
When I saw him, I was so blown away. He was every bit as handsome as his photos, and I was very pleased. He took me to a very fancy restaurant by the waterside for dinner, and we talked until late. Between the romantic live music, the handsome man, and the good food, I was so sure I had found my bus stop. Mschew, if only I had known.
What happened?
For context, I had my period on the day of the date. Because I didn’t want to rush into intimacy, I scheduled the date to fall around when my period would come around. We had agreed to have dinner first, and then I would spend two nights at his place.
After the date, we went back to his house. Much to his frustration, we couldn’t have sex. Instead, we made out and snuggled in bed, and everything felt chill.
In the morning, while we were tidying up his apartment, he stepped out to take a work call. When he came back in, he said he wanted me to stay even longer than we agreed. The plan was for me to go home, get more clothes, and then return to his apartment. He was rushing me, so I assumed I didn’t need to take the clothes that were already there, given that I would be back soon. Instead, I folded them into one of the closets and left.
I was shocked when I got home, and I found out that he had blocked me everywhere.
That’s crazy o.
You have no idea. I had to use my roommate’s phone to call him and figure out what was going on. That’s when I found out he was married o and his wife was on her way back home, all while he was rushing me out of the house.
Ah. What did you do?
I immediately started begging him to send me my clothes because one of my favourite ones— a gift from my mom — was in that closet. He agreed, unblocked me, and then called my number—I could tell I was on loudspeaker. He started asking if we had sex; it was apparent his woman was grilling him, and he wanted me to clear his name.
Omo. What did you say?
I was really irritated, and I felt used because we were so close. I never guessed he was even talking to someone else, let alone being married.
I answered his foolish question, but not before I threatened to drag him online if he didn’t send my clothes to me ASAP. According to his wife, “Melvin” wasn’t even his real name. I hated everything about that experience.
As soon as I got my clothes from a delivery rider, I blocked him. I pray I never encounter such rubbish again.
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