The audacity

During the pandemic I met a guy through our mutual friend. He had Tourette's, but I decided to give him a chance. It was a long-distance FWB kind of situation. We had similar kinks and, to be honest, it was just convenient to have someone to play with during the lockdown.

Over time he started to show his true colours: he became very argumentative, put less and less effort in the relationship. I started to feel like a kink dispenser. Finally I cut all contact with him after one of his outbursts during which he humiliated me in front of my friends. In the hindsight, I feel ashamed that I even put up with his behaviour for so long. My sexual drive made the rational thinking leave the chat. Up to this day I get an ick when I think about that guy.

Fast forward to today, that guy messaged me on Instagram, in the middle of the night. There was no apology, no explanation of his past behaviour, not even a "hi". He literally sent me a photo of Tadeusz Mazowiecki and Helmut Kohl hugging with two question marks. I blocked him immediately, but honestly I'm just flabbergasted by the audacity. I'm pretty sure that he just can't get laid and decided to check if I'd be down to fuck. It makes me wanna throw up.