Another Facebook Fool

It’s amazing to me how often people think I’m either too stupid or too gullible to know what they’re up to, especially when we’re friends on Facebook.

Javier friended me after seeing my picture in a group we’re both part of. We chatted back and forth occasionally, and he was flirtatious. He lived on the other side of the country but worked as a truck driver, and he said that he’d love to meet me in person sometime when he was in the area. He seemed like a very sweet guy. He was a widower with grown kids and said he was really looking for a woman who would make him a priority, not an option.

One weekend, I saw that he had made his way back home for several days and he had posted pics of himself with some woman. He said she had been his high school crush, that they had reconnected, and the old sparks were there. I messaged him saying it looked like he had found a love connection and that I was happy for him. Initially, he claimed to be very excited about reconnecting with this woman and he was happy to have her back in his life. I told him I still wanted to be friends regardless. He continued ‘poking’ me a few times a week on Facebook, meanwhile constantly changing his profile pic to various ones of his lady friend {am I the only one who thinks that’s kinda creepy?}.

Suddenly, he started really flirting with me, acting like I was the one who got away. He said it was too bad we hadn’t been able to meet because he was sure we’d have amazing chemistry. I wondered what his girl back home would say if she knew he was talking to me like that. I said as much, and he said he didn’t know where things were going with her. We chatted off and on, and some of the conversations got fairly suggestive. He said he loved a woman with a round ass and talked about his favorite sexual positions. He said I was just his type and that I turned him on. One night we were playing 20 questions and everything he said was sexual. He started talking again about wanting to meet me, and again I wondered what the story was with this other woman. I got the impression that he thought I was a sure thing, so I told him I’m not easy. His response was, “I see.”

Within days after that, he suddenly changed his Facebook status to ‘in a relationship.’ He posted check-ins along his route, and each one professed his love for this woman in Vietnamese {I looked it up in Google translator}. I sent him a message saying it looked like he had figured out where things were going with her after all. I said I guessed he didn’t need me anymore and admitted that I’m tired of being the one who’s disposable. He claimed that I was ‘closed up’ and that he couldn’t be himself around me because I got offended at everything he said. Oh? I really resented that. I made one comment letting him know that I wouldn’t just fall on the ground with my legs in the air and suddenly I was closed up? I reminded him that he sure didn’t have any trouble being himself around me when he was talking about the size of his package and asking what the kinkiest thing I’d ever done was. He said that it was just a game.

Suddenly it was clear. She would be his lady in the streets and I was to be his freak in the sheets. He thought he could court her and woo her, and when he was in this part of the country he would have me for the fun sexual stuff.

Guess again, pal.

Maybe he didn’t realize that all of his posts showed up in my news feed. Maybe he didn’t care. Either way, he can keep right on truckin’.

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Handsome

I always found you
handsome.
Shy smile,
sexy beard,
and just enough
of a belly
to make you seem
human.
You struck me
as humble
{or modest?} —
seemingly unaware
of how attractive
you are.
And I suppose
I would have
continued
to admire you
from afar
if I didn’t know
you just texted
a picture of
your junk
to one of
my friends.
Now all I can
think about
when I pass you
in the hall
is the caption
you put
with the pic:
LOL