Okay. So I have had a very troubling time with meeting 'good' men, so I recently decided to stop chasing men and wait until 'he' comes to me! So on Instagram, a friend of mine liked a picture and so curious me, investigated all the other people who liked it also. So as I went through, I saw someone I didn't know and when I saw the picture, I was like "oooh baby"! So I looked through his pictures, and liked 1, I believe. Anyway, he responded with a like- and for a while we played "insta-tag" before we met. That was about 12 weeks of that.
So one day, I guess he decided to post some merchandise he was selling, which I wanted-so I responded. We saw each other and for about a good 5 minutes, we were in la-la land. We talked on the phone several times, but because of how good our initial meeting was, I was scared to just fall head-over-heels for him. So I started you know, being childish, playing hard to get or some might say 'using wisdom'. Anyway, every time he asked to go out, I denied and for a while I didn't hear too much from him. (Honestly, I was trying to figure out my life before I allowed another person in it) but he didn't know that.
One night, I was feeling spontaneous! I decided to get a tattoo. A tattoo of "the love of my life" (I was turned up and miserable-out of my damn mind) or so I thought-I got his name tattooed on me twice, while on the phone with him! I know right, foolish. So when I came to, I just knew that whatever chance I had with him, I blew it. I was so wrong. Several days passed and V-day was on the way. Valentine 's Day is always horrible for me so, I'm kind of adjusted. 2 nights later, I get a call from him and it's so random that I'm fumbling my words and I'm shaving all frantically I don't know. All I know is that somehow, the month; the holiday weekend-this year, got to me and he was coming over w/o my permission. Now I know you're probably like "girl-how he just gonna come over your house like that?!" But I didn't have to let him in. so he comes, and he stands outside and waits for me "invite” him in. lls! Anyway, I invite him in and he sits on the far right end of the couch and he wouldn't even come close to me-which was something I've never experienced. And after I coaching him endlessly to come closer, we finally talked for 2 1/2 movies and we kissed. This kissed stopped time! It was...unaccepted and life changing. So needless to say, I'm a Virgo and he's Sag- we got it on for 3 long days.
Then he drops this bomb on me!! He tells me that he had to go to court and that he's probably gonna get sent to jail. So here I am, fulfilled to the fullest, and not just sex! Here's a man who helps me out in housework w/o being asked; assisted with my son and appreciated all the little things I did, including enjoy my food! Well I was devastated but I didn't want to give up so easily. So when he asked me to write him, I happily agreed! Look before you judge me- he stroked me so good-I forgot to eat for majority of those 3 days! And I'm a thick fluffy girl-I cook and bake so I love food! So I'm writing and visiting now, and after the first court date, things were going as well as they could. By the next court date, things took a turn and they've been in that place for a while. See, my friend, lacked to tell me that he had a "flock" of females chasing him. And although he's in jail, and he wasn't found doing anything, these women start coming to court hearings! And it pisses me off. So I approached him about it and he claims that it's nothing he can do and technically, he can't stop then from coming to hearings that the public can easily find out. But then, visitations start getting... weird. I wouldn't be able to see him twice a week like I normally could. It would be a visit scheduled like every other month, then week then every week.
Do lets fast forward to the present- these woman have gotten balls and approached me about him and challenged me! This was the last straw! I told him in letter form and verbally. I told him to burn all those loose ends and if he can't, he can't have me. Well that's been a month ago. And from what the visitation schedule shows, it looks like he's enjoying himself with visitors. He sent me 2 angry letters, that crushed my hopes of us then he calls me 6 times and then got sent to the hole. He recently sent me another letter, apologizing and I don't know. Somewhere deep inside, I can't let him go. I've called family members; put money on his commissary; sent him books; drew pictures and wrote endless letters. I've never dealt with anyone in jail before and it's not something I want to start practicing. What I'm trying to say is- this man came into my life, and made me and my son feel comfortable and whole again. He came with this unspoken possibility of a whole family package and I don't know we just mesh well. He talk about anything, he smelled my *** and didn't run for cover, he smelled my morning breath and kissed me anyhow... He made me feel like the locket woman in the woman-like I was a 20, a ten! I don't know- I'm in love with that man!
But these woman; this drama with jail and not knowing really if we're coming or going, just kills me! So here's your chance. What would you do?