Don't Fold for a Spainard

I wanted to start off the first blog post of my messy adventures to be the one that started it all- the love story. Now, you probably wondering why I would want to post this publicly for all to see, however knowing that I crave attention and these stories are somewhat traumatic to me helps me cope with the impending darkness inside my soul. So, grab a cup of tea and a napkin cause it's going to get dramatic.

Some background information about me is that I am a student that goes to a College in Texas. Not gonna say which one of course cause of safety reasons, but I go to a predominantly diverse school. I came into college with hopes and dreams of having a stable relationship and a good education, like any hopeless romantic would want.  Luckily with taking a bunch of AP classes in high school and joining clubs for volunteering really helped with my application, considering the acception rate at my university. I didn't necessarily come from a good home, and I'm pretty sure my parent's rocky relationship made me the person I am. And just being in a new city and a whole new environment made me hopeful to start anew. 

Then I met him.

We're gonna call him "Spainboy" cause that was my codename for him when I was gossiping with my friends. Spainboy comes from a WHOLE different world. I'm talking weekly allowances, Europe, just overall rich preppy shit. He's the guy that wears vintage leather jackets and is in with the fashion trends. This man would be flying out to New York City for a weekend and end up doing cocaine at some rich party. Now I'm not like that at all. I'm trailer park trash. My go to's for the weekend is clubbing at some crappy club in downtown and hanging out with friends who would get me in trouble (One time we got banned from Victoria Secrets for running around with 5 pairs of bras over our clothes). NO way do I have the money to fly out and do expensive shit. 

But, he was really cute to me, and was really nice. We met through a mutual friend and to be fair a BUNCH of other people warned me not to do it. 

"Oh he ain't shit"

"His dick whack"

"He literally is ran thru"

I heard it all lol. But the biggest red flag was that he was an ASSHOLE. Like hell that scared me, I've been with really shitty guys so he has to do something insane to piss me off.

Which he in fact, did.

Now I always have a rule regarding guys:

1) DO NOT SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE. If it's a sexual hookup than that's ok but I'm trying to get cuffed here, so no coochie tonight.

2) RESPECT MY TIME. If you cannot respect that I ate 5 tacos a couple hours before our hangout and want to fuck, no <3

3) BRING ALL RED FLAGS TO THE COUNCIL. Your friends can help decide whether these are red flags to be concerned about in regards to his background history

Let's talk about our first meetup. Knowing me, I actually like to cook. Idk if it's the actual meal, or maybe the skill of it; but i like to cook because it's actually calming to me. And of course like every Gen Z delinquent out there I would post my meals online. Now Spainboy does not have game lol. This man literally would be like "YUM insert heart eyes emoji*" or some basic shit to try and get my attention. But one time he asked me to come over and cuddle "insert toxic puppy eyes emoji*".  Which I obliged because I really did want to meet him. 

So I head over to Spainboy's place. Opens the front door and I think to myself yeah I like him already. We head to his bed and it's like 1am in the morning so we just end up talking before falling asleep. Some more background info on me is that I haven't been romantically involved with someone since my ex for two years. And I would like to say that my ex was the First Love. So to sleep on his chest and just feel someone else's warmth made me feel safe. Other than the sneaky caressing he would do to me I just nudged it off and went to bed. 

The next morning we woke up and he kissed me. Wow. Lowkey did not expect that lol. At this point my hopes are up and maybe he really does want to be with me, and maybe my friends were wrong! 

Our second time hanging out he was actually near my place so we held hands and walked back to his. Mind you it's a 10-15 minute walk, and it's somewhat cold. We went to one of the parking structures rooftops and watched the downtown city gleam in the distance. This was my favorite place to just relax and sightsee. Also GREAT place for sunsets.

The Third time was when we finally did the deed. It was after finals, so we decided to hang out. And this time Spainboy was pretty blunt about fucking me. He's been wanting to for the past times as well but I didn't really want to. But, at this point I thought this could work out so I let him. 

He lasted 10 mins. 

Then we did it again, another 5 mins.

Ate spaghetti, tried to eat me out which I refused.

Then again at 6am in the morning.

Now, you probably thinking where's the bad part? This is where it goes downhill.

Every single hangout after that was just fucking. I never slept over again, and the sex kept being whack. Like, this man really busts in a few minutes (which one of my friends did warn me about cause they hooked up together), and all my friends clowned me cause he would only hit me up at night and barely give me attention in the daytime. Mind you, we also have alot of similar classes and having testing together. 

Then, I found out he has a boyfriend.

You probably think this is the worst part, it's not.

I was pretty heartbroken at first and bummed, but what I had found out at later time was that Spainboy's friend moved into an apartment where his new boyfriend was at, and unlike me had a better connection. It sucks cause I was first but didn't reach the finish line, and a part of me kind of wants to go back. But looking from the present, I'm glad I dodged this bullet cause I can't imagine a life with him. Spainboy is a shitty boyfriend.

Cause he sleeps with me a week later.

And then finally, for the last time he fucks me in one of the school bathroom's at 1AM IN THE MORNING and says "love you, have a safe drive goodnight". 

Oh, he blocks me right after too. Which I had to DM him on insta to get "closure", with him professing his new boyfriend and just clearing out snap.

THEN HE BLOCKS ME AGAIN SO HE WOULDN'T GET CAUGHT.

One thing I learned from this experience is that all men are terrible. Hood, Preppy, Nerdy, Goth, Jockish, to whatever; they will always treat you like trash. Respect yourself and NEVER. EVER. Fold for a Spainard.

I want to say All Europeans, because there is a French guy down the road, but for now just Spain.