I mentioned some time back I was stalking this Singaporean dude that wrote award winning poetry whilst publishing his second book recently in a post awhile back. Lets call him JY. Well as fate would have it, I'm now seeing him quite a bit. I was a tad apprehensive going for lawyers again especially after the disaster some time back in 2011 when the relation just degenerated into a lot of unnecessary arguments and ego trips so I was a tad apprehensive getting involved in another cluster fuck of arguments. But we get along thus far and that's what counts, here's me crossing my fingers.
Now that isn't the point of this post. The point of this post was what happened last night. So I dragged him out with me to meet up a number of my other gay mates in our usual favourite bars and clubs on a Saturday night. We were holding hands quite abit as the place was dark and crowded as fuck so I did not plan on losing him. That was when an asshole whom I shall refer to as the Creeper showed up.
Now the Creeper was a middle aged white male whom ambushed me from the side and whispered into my ear after giving me the creepiest pedo smile.
"What's your name?" he breathed far too close for comfort. I gave him a fake smile which should translate into fuck off before dragging JY and myself into the crowd to get away from him.
So after dancing for a bit we came to the realisation that we were too sober to properly enjoy ourselves, so off to the bar we went.
We were all at the bar then when JY asked me to take a peek behind. The Creeper was there, staring and smiling at me just a couple of lines away in the crowd at the bar. Shit.
So we casually went about our way fighting through the crowd at the bar and waiting for the slow service to get moving (British bars are ridiculously crowded with people shoving and pushing to get some drinks served, darn alcoholics). It was then that I felt a tingling in my neck before feeling a hot breath behind me. I turned again.
The Creeper was now directly behind me, breathing down my neck with the most fucking creepy smile ever.
Suddenly he was up at the bar and caressing my arse. Felt a tad violated but said nothing. A friend then passed me a random balloon which I put at my arse to prevent any further violations of my modesty. The twat obviously cared not about my discomfort, simply swatting the balloon away and reaching to to lightly caress my behinds again. Obviously I was getting pissed, and told JY that I was going to punch him in the face but JY being a lawyer as well went through the whole actual bodily harm/common assault discussion with me (we do that) and I certainly wasn't going to start an incident that would get me thrown out of the bar so I ignored it again.
After disappearing into the crowd and having a good time for an hour or so, I decided it was time for yet another round of drinks. So whilst at the bar guess who pops up again? Yes, the mother fucking Creeper.
This time he goes for a more direct approach.
"Hi, I like you. I'm from Spain, what's your name?"
I ignore him and smile whilst rolling my eyes.
"I LIKE YOU! What do you study? Where do you stay?"
Smile again, and ignore.
"Why you so shy? You so shy! I like you!!" I was getting so fucking annoyed I nearly told him to fuck off but oh well Asian manners dictate we don't let our level of dislikes be known. So I politely replied:
"I'm taken, that's my boyfriend," whilst pointing to JY.
"I like you, come with me, I like you. Why you so shy?"
"I told you, I'm in a relationship and I'm not interested." Fuck me, is this guy daft in the head?
Finally after realising that despite my rapidly disappearing smiles, I was growing increasingly cold and so he apologized and finally fucked off. God, these Westerners can be so clueless with Asian body language in that when we "smile" it doesn't necessarily mean we're smiling in a good way. It can be sarcastic or just us being polite. I'm not "shy", I'm beyond annoyed but politely asking you to get out of my face. And I don't talk to Middle aged men in clubs because if you're that age and still soliciting young Asian boys in clubs and bars I don't really have very much respect for you to be honest. By that age I'd probably be getting boys to come to me instead already rather than lurking in dark corners like a desperate creep.
The rest of the night went really well in our little Asian circle of Koreans, Hong Kongers, Singaporeans and British Asians. It might sound rather racist but I like my oriental boys, oh well. Preference really, no offense. I have my fair share of white friends too. The last I saw of the Creeper, he was making out with another Malaysian boy in my group before they both disappeared for the night. Grossed me out, but at least he was no longer pursuing me and at least I had a cutie to dance with till the morning light. <3
Showing posts with label drama. Show all posts
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Sunday, 2 June 2013
Tuesday, 21 May 2013
Identity Theft Mystery
I had some drama recently, and not of my own making really. It left me slightly disturbed and somewhat changed in my perception of things.
It began over the course of this weekend when I noticed a familiar face over Jack'd. It was an acquaintance of mine whom was a friend of my ex's. The problem however was that the real person was based in Singapore at the present time and I messaged him about it. We were both puzzled as to what this account was about and what this would mean.
The very next day on Sunday I received a message from the doppelganger. I did not know exactly how to react, knowing it was a fake account and so I ignored the message. A couple of hours later the clone sent another text asking me why I wasn't replying whilst revealing some very intimate secret details that only me and my ex knew of. That immediately made me suspicious, could the ex be trying to contact me again? What on earth was his motives? And why impersonate a friend suddenly.
He asked me if I missed him. Truth of the matter is I did, all the time. He asked me for a meet up at a gay bar in Soho. I was curious to get to the bottom of this mystery and so I agreed and hurried along. Funnily enough he told me he was wearing a dark blue shirt and a brown leather jacket. I checked what I was wearing. Dark blue shirt and brown leather jacket. That sent a chill down my spine and I began looking around. Could this silent stalker/clone/possible ex be spying on me from a distance?
I arrived at the club. I hid in a corner and asked where he was. He mentioned he was at the entrance. I walked there and saw no sign of the ex so I repeated my query again and stepped out to the street.
All of a sudden a random middle aged white male approaches me and asks if I am "Lin Lin" (the name the clone used on Jack'd). The weight of what was going on began dawning upon me. The white male showed me his phone. The clone was messaging him asking for a meet up before using my photos.....and revealing my true name. He claimed that was his true face. It was at this point I had an odd mixture of emotions ranging from fear, anger to outright sadness.
It appeared we were all set up, and I was the butt of the joke. The clone then began using my pictures on Jack'd instead. I asked him what he wanted, why he was doing such things. His only reply:
Because you're a bad person don't you know?
I ranted, I raged at what I thought might be my ex. He just called me delusional. Finally all I could say was this:
At least I never broke your heart the way you did mine.
And thereafter stopped replying. I removed all pictures. I faded away. The only vestige on my profile being "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, karma will hurt." He removed my face. No messages came in ever since.
If it is indeed my ex, I wonder why would he do this now? If it is indeed him (and most likely based on all the facts) perhaps he's trying to make me hate him so I won't think of him any further? The last form of interaction I had with him was a small email earlier in the month wishing him a happy birthday. If this is his method to make me fuck off he's doing a very good job. I once thought a part of me would love him forever. I think that part just died. I've never been so humiliated or ill treated by anyone for the life of me.
All I can wonder is how someone whom once loved you so much, who meant so much to you and you to them can become so very cruel when everything ends. How is it that something once so beautiful and deep can morph into such pettiness and vengefulness? I may never know, but one thing I do know is that sometimes we may fall in love with the wrong person. Sometimes we may think they were the pinnacle of goodness despite all imperfections, but when the chips are down and you stand in the way of their objectives they can quickly showcase a very dark and nasty side. Such a shame, I for one would never do what he did to anyone. No one deserves this. Goodbye Dr.K, you reap what you sow. I loved you, I really did....but I just cannot anymore.
PS: Here's a scarier thought, what if the clone wasn't the ex? Who have I pissed off this time? Sigh.
It began over the course of this weekend when I noticed a familiar face over Jack'd. It was an acquaintance of mine whom was a friend of my ex's. The problem however was that the real person was based in Singapore at the present time and I messaged him about it. We were both puzzled as to what this account was about and what this would mean.
The very next day on Sunday I received a message from the doppelganger. I did not know exactly how to react, knowing it was a fake account and so I ignored the message. A couple of hours later the clone sent another text asking me why I wasn't replying whilst revealing some very intimate secret details that only me and my ex knew of. That immediately made me suspicious, could the ex be trying to contact me again? What on earth was his motives? And why impersonate a friend suddenly.
He asked me if I missed him. Truth of the matter is I did, all the time. He asked me for a meet up at a gay bar in Soho. I was curious to get to the bottom of this mystery and so I agreed and hurried along. Funnily enough he told me he was wearing a dark blue shirt and a brown leather jacket. I checked what I was wearing. Dark blue shirt and brown leather jacket. That sent a chill down my spine and I began looking around. Could this silent stalker/clone/possible ex be spying on me from a distance?
I arrived at the club. I hid in a corner and asked where he was. He mentioned he was at the entrance. I walked there and saw no sign of the ex so I repeated my query again and stepped out to the street.
All of a sudden a random middle aged white male approaches me and asks if I am "Lin Lin" (the name the clone used on Jack'd). The weight of what was going on began dawning upon me. The white male showed me his phone. The clone was messaging him asking for a meet up before using my photos.....and revealing my true name. He claimed that was his true face. It was at this point I had an odd mixture of emotions ranging from fear, anger to outright sadness.
It appeared we were all set up, and I was the butt of the joke. The clone then began using my pictures on Jack'd instead. I asked him what he wanted, why he was doing such things. His only reply:
Because you're a bad person don't you know?
I ranted, I raged at what I thought might be my ex. He just called me delusional. Finally all I could say was this:
At least I never broke your heart the way you did mine.
And thereafter stopped replying. I removed all pictures. I faded away. The only vestige on my profile being "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, karma will hurt." He removed my face. No messages came in ever since.
If it is indeed my ex, I wonder why would he do this now? If it is indeed him (and most likely based on all the facts) perhaps he's trying to make me hate him so I won't think of him any further? The last form of interaction I had with him was a small email earlier in the month wishing him a happy birthday. If this is his method to make me fuck off he's doing a very good job. I once thought a part of me would love him forever. I think that part just died. I've never been so humiliated or ill treated by anyone for the life of me.
All I can wonder is how someone whom once loved you so much, who meant so much to you and you to them can become so very cruel when everything ends. How is it that something once so beautiful and deep can morph into such pettiness and vengefulness? I may never know, but one thing I do know is that sometimes we may fall in love with the wrong person. Sometimes we may think they were the pinnacle of goodness despite all imperfections, but when the chips are down and you stand in the way of their objectives they can quickly showcase a very dark and nasty side. Such a shame, I for one would never do what he did to anyone. No one deserves this. Goodbye Dr.K, you reap what you sow. I loved you, I really did....but I just cannot anymore.
PS: Here's a scarier thought, what if the clone wasn't the ex? Who have I pissed off this time? Sigh.
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