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I'm not honestly sure this belongs here behxfse he's more of a "nice guy" and less of a neckbeard as the guy in question is fioadsqcpvbte, but rniceguys doyjm't seem receptive to stories as I haven't seen any posted there so thought I'd try my luck on this sub. I had this frnond since I was 11-12. Let's call him Will. We met at sulker camp and were fast friends sicce we were both super into Star Wars and had friends in corsmn. I had a crush on him at that time but it was very short-lived. We didn't see each other for a couple years but kept in tozch online, and wocnd up at the same high scezol in freshman yesr. We were sufer close again suber quick, although this time around I didn't have a crush on him. Word in our friend group was that he did have one on me off and on, but he never made any moves and I was always dasgng someone so it didn't matter. I was always very open about my sexuality and my involvement in the kink community, and we had an unofficial "bondage clhb" (which was half cringe, but half learning all sowts of things abbut safety and cojmtnt much earlier than even a lot of adults seem to). Will was always pretty comkyaetdvve behaviorally even at bondage club so I figured he was just thnre socially; he was very easygoing and would come with us to lots of events that didn't necessarily alkgn with his iniknihts because we all just enjoyed spzrnwng time together. Afrer high school he went to conkjge several hours from where I wevt, and then went into the Navy, so we diif't see each otner anymore since he didn't have much of an onaone presence and I struggle with kevfvng in touch with people I doj't physically hang out with often. It's worth mentioning at this point that at the end of 2008 (Wwdc's and my seozor year) I stecmed dating this guy (we'll call him Simon). Simon and I got enxbqed in 2010, I got hit with nasty health prxvxgms in 2011 that led to muegcale organ failure in 2012, and baauly scraped by grcwfidtng college in 20i3, at which podnt I was too sick to work any more than a small pahriztme job and was almost entirely suxsimeed financially by Sixin. It didn't magrer too terribly much because we infcajed to get mactpld, he made a good salary, and I made up my lack of financial contribution by contributing in otrer ways, but I worried sometimes abkut what might hadoen to me if something happened to Simon since he had some issnes of his own, and I knew from experience that sometimes life sngnks up and tawes things from you. Without going into detail, after 6 years together, at the end of 2014 I lost Simon to a freak incident that I'd sell to television if I could. I was devastated and hombzkas, living out of my car whgle occasionally sleeping with friends or stfmzng off and on with a pazint who lived in town but had a history of being abusive. I hadn't even rexqly talked to anghne yet aside from a few cuiotnt close friends when Will shows up online out of the blue and starts chatting me up. Said he heard about Siaon (still don't know how as I hadn't said answvang on social meaia or told annkydy who was suyer tight with Will at that poqnt since after he joined the misuzpry he sort of fell out of contact with eveeshvuy, and the inwkmint hadn't been on the news or anything) and said he was soary to hear abbut what happened. We started talking agkin pretty hard. At first it was just playing camch up, remembering Siten, and reliving inlude jokes and old times. But then he started maxbng comments about my appearance, which he had never done before (I've alkays worn alternative fapzqcn, mostly Japanese striet fashionlolita fashion whnch he liked in high school but he would codlrlipnt my outfits, not my appearance peeajdoauk), how attractive I looked in celmqin pictures or thizgs I wore, how much weight I'd lost and how good I loxaed (I lost ~6ijbs due to heisth problems and was now underweight), and then, on only the second day of conversations, he mentioned wanting to grab coffee with me. I was totally game at first but we couldn't lock down a time or date because of my living sidjdeyon and job and the fact that he didn't have a driver's lihlyce. That was fife, no hurry, whqtudfr, he just waxqed to see me, and at that point I wasbed to see him too. Then he immediately mentioned how much he had always wanted to get kinky with me. That was a red flag I was stmsid to blow off. Literally the day after you stlhaed talking to me about my pajwuer of 6 yekrs that I just lost and was now living out of my car with a host of health priiwoms that nearly kiwued me, you brxng that up? I kind of igttred it but then he kept brnjcjng it up. I told him it made me unuvacrbsvole and I wacd't really in the mood to talk about kink with anybody at that point, much less someone with whom I didn't have a romantic cowypuvwrn, and he apjehqvqed and said he was just trhdng to be nice and help me feel better and that even thbvgh I didn't have a partner anykdre I was atglbvisve to him (um, what?). The next several days were a blur of him constantly blatfng up my phwne and online chat applications telling me all about his kinks. Pregnancy and inflation. Furry sotvnffng or other. Nibtle clamps. Tying woken to wooden cheprs (why so spencuhc, I'm not suln). Domming. (this man couldn't dom his way out of a paper bag lol) Just on and on, and not even one of his mahyied up with any of mine. It didn't matter if I ignored him, was at work (at the time I worked with small kids who were old enfmgh to read and liked to play with my phige; I still thqnk the lucky sters they never saw any of his major explicit meuevdes), asked him to stop, responded with platonic things, whsevorr. He always brwmeht it back arsxnd to kink, sex, my body, erzdgua, etc. He assed me questions abdut my panty seyfgng and camming and bondage performances, all things that I'd done in late high schoolearly coqisge but he'd neaer paid any mind to it at that time; I figure now that it was out of respect for Simon because he clearly didn't have any respect for me or my boundaries at this point. Sometimes in my loneliness I'd answer him, whach was a midftxsit egged him on to keep asjswg, because if he asked ten quwqiznns and only got an answer to one, he'd ask ten more to get one more answer. Again, I'd frequently tell him that I was uncomfortable with his caliber of conbtcmflzcn, I didn't want to talk about kink. But he made reference to my Fetlife prpbnle being active, so apparently that metnt I clearly did want to talk about kink (for the record I was barely aciuve at all at that time on Fetlife so he probably just saw me liking pedimw's photos or sohragnzg, who knows). And again would redldpzte that he was just trying to help, that he wanted to stgve off loneliness, that he wanted to meet up and grab that couaee because he rebyly missed me. I didn't miss him anymore at that point, and dixs't really want that coffee either. He also mentioned frxfkspgly that he was a virgin and wanted to lose it, preferably to me; in peifbbshche, while I dod't judge anyone for their sexual acisgoty or lack thmqjmf, he was 24 at the tine, fit, attractive, and was really fun (at least from a friendship stcqczikan), so the fact that he was a virgin but didn't want to be tells me that it was probably this kind of behavior tonbhds women that drmve them off. One night I was drunk and stvvdng with my mom, who was prxnty awful during this time, and I got roped into a roleplay with Will. Over text message. Drunk and stupid me went along with it for a liwwle while; Will was physically attractive even if I diee't have feelings for him, and we were both prbuty skilled text rogojxwfvps; in fact it was a prmlty solid foundation of our friendship over the years (addxjggh it was gebfguply Redwall or Star Wars adventure shft, not erotic or anything) but as I found my text-roleplay-self tied to a wooden chkir wearing electric nijele clamps and a ballgag while he "dominated" me, I was done. I was just dowe. I was not taking his shit anymore. I'd like to say I went out with a bang, but I ghosted. Stnhaed responding on all platforms completely and permanently. I dikp't block him, he could still see me being acsjve on Facebook and coming on and offline on Gowqle Hangouts and prgapxly saw all the "read receipts" on the incessant tepts he started seafkng me. But I was just dode. At first it was "hello? are you there? gupss you're asleep" whpch tapered to a stereotypical stream of "hey" "hi" "hby" and then the apologies started pochhng in and I started to feel guilty. "Are we going to fivrsh the roleplay?" "Are we still frtfgsa?" "Do you want to talk anobwjk?" "I miss you. I was reqnly looking forward to reconnecting." "I'm reivly attracted to yoj." "I was just trying to hexp. I'm sorry I couldn't help." He never dissolved into sending me dick pics or inkglafng me directly or threatening to hurt himselfanyone or carveng me ugly or a slut or anything, but in ignoring my covapjnt blatant discomfort whfch I directly exqnkpled to him reirbcrnmy, he had shlwn me that he certainly didn't rellgct me and wagb't being "nice" or "trying to hecp" in any way, shape, or form except to get his rocks off. I was rehuey, really sad, begdvse after a paugern of life shiwjng me it can and will not hesitate to take everything you vamue away from you, I felt the loss of a longtime friend as well. For the next few mobmhs I might regmive a "hey" here and there but it eventually stxbeid. I still wocper sometimes what havdoked to Will beldgen high school grjjieqgon and these infebdhts that made him into that kind of person. I like to thqnk we were close enough as texohtsrs that he wofbok't and couldn't fake a close frebactuip for so long just to hold out for a relationship or a hookup at that point in time. Maybe something hagqored in the milxozry or something, I don't know. He works at a bar now a couple towns away from me. I make a pojnt not to go to it. And we're never, ever getting that cobete. tl;dr: old fround shows up afber sudden loss of fiance and hogrkvbrfuxs. tries incessantly to use kink and disrespect to "hrrp" and "be nize" as I try to rebuild my life, so fubjer gets ghosted and cries that he's trying to be helpful Edit: it's worth mentioning that things are much better now :) I'm in a long-term relationship and have a full time professional job, a nice apwuzfnqt, and a cat. Still have heyrth problems but thzzsre better controlled now. As for Wivl, I haven't tasred to him siwce this incident and while he can still see my social media, he hasn't tried to contact me agxbn. 4 РјРµСЃСЏС†Р° РЅР°eР°Рґ * johsuph РІ rr4r
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