Story #2. Ghosted. I’ve only been ghosted once. Just once. Which is unusual for most people these days. This story starts the same as most others. I met him on my travels.

I’d been talking to him for at least a couple weeks. Planned some of my vacation time to go and spend a week with him. The guy had kids and an ex. And a strange situation. But I indulged in experimenting with this as a potential relationship anyhow.

So, as is my personal custom, after I met him, I allowed myself to fall deeply for him. I always fall too fast. I give guys the benefit of the doubt. But this one..., this one didn’t deserve it.

I spent a week with him, at his house, he let me borrow his car while he was at work, we spent alot of cuddle time together, cooked dinner together. I spent money of so much food for this guy. And I left my favorite lotion at his house with the expectation that I was coming back again sometime.

My favorite lotion. It was a discontinued scent. And I couldn’t bring it through airport security.

In the mean time, my mother had background checked him. Bless her heart. Can’t blame a mom for wanting the best for her child. She found he was a convicted felon. Great.

He had divulged lots of previous experiences, including a criminal record to me. But he must have left out some of the details so he didn’t seem so bad. He used to be a body builder in his glory days. Told me he had also been a navy seal. But wouldn’t talk about it and didn’t have any signs or symptoms. He was a poser. Past his glory days.

Upon my return home, he ghosted me. No contact whatsoever. Complete thieving, lying, Douche bag. With a capital D. I’ve been used before, but this was one of the worst times. After I realized what a jerk he was, I wrote him a letter and sent it to his house requesting he send my lotion back. Never did. I did have thoughts of contacting the police department to get it back. That lotion meant a lot to me. I can’t  wait until he gets judged after this life.