Hello everyone,
This is my first proper blog entry. Today I will be talking about my failed attempt at a hookup through Grindr. This is gonna be a very long post.
I started using Grindr on October 26th, and the reason I started to use Grindr was because I wanted to chat with other people, and most importantly, I wanted to get laid. I wanted to know what sex felt like. I met a few people on there, but there's one person I met on there, and he's the subject of this post, a guy named "Arnold".
He was fine at first, he sent a few pics of himself (unfortunately I don't have those pics of him because he deleted his Grindr account a month ago), and I then started to take pics of myself. He wanted me to talk to me further on his Telegram account. At first, I just wanted to chat on Grindr, because I didn't have a Telegram account at the time and I wasn't particlarly interested in starting one. I then started to chat with him on Telegram, and then the first warning sign started to arise. He wanted me to go to the drug store to buy Theraflu for him. I said no, because I didn't have a car, and I couldn't drive (yet). He wanted me to drive all the way to his hotel room in Clemson, which is nearly 2 1/2 hours away from Blythewood (where I live). I explained this to him, and he flipped out and said he called me heartless and wicked, he said he hated me, and he also said that I "will be in need of someone help and nobody will care for me" (also his grammar wasn't the best, which also made me more suspicious). I was confused, but them I told him that when he felt better he could meet me at my nearest Planet Fitness here in Columbia (it's 15 minutes away from my house). He then told me that he doesn't have a bank card, and that I should send his receptionist $50 to help him get Theraflu, and to send said $50 to their CashApp. I tried, and my payment couldn't be sent. He then wants me to help him get an $50 Apple Card so his receptionist can take it to his store, and that he didn't want to die from his body pain, which later turned into a headache (the Apple Card will be a recurring theme throughout).
He then asked me to Zelle $50 to his receptionist, so after all of that, I did. He still wanted me to get that fucking Apple Card, and told me to get it from a website called mygiftcardsupply.com so that he could pay me back and meet me at my nearest Planet Fitness. He mentioned that he had been in pain for the previous 3 hours, and that's when I asked if he should call an ambulance if he's in this much pain, and he told me that he had nobody here with him, just me (weird considering he's in a goddamn hotel). About the mygiftcardsupply website, the next day (November 5), I tried to get the card for him, but it didn't work. He then asked me to get the card from a store, but then he want me to Zelle the manager of the hotel he's at the money. I didn't, and then he started messaging me over the next few days, asking me if I had the card. I then got that card for him, hoping he would finally meet me at Planet Fitness and fuck me in the locker room. He wouldn't get his bank card for a while, so he asked me to send $200 to his mother, promising to pay me back after he gets his card. I told him I can't send it, because I was saving money. He still begged for the $200, but after I told him that was around half of my balance (at the time), he then told me to CashApp his mom $50 so we can meet up that week. The CashApp account changed to his aunt for some reason, and since I still wanted to fuck a hot guy (and to be honest, he is attractive, he's like a 7.5/10), I tried to send that account money, but I couldn't find the exact account he mentioned. Then he asked for another Apple Card, which I said that I gave him one 10 days earlier, and I wanted to meet up and get fucked and not constantly waste my money and buy shit for him. For the next couple of days, he would still constantly ask me if I still had his fucking card, to which I said no, and that I'll get it later.
I went to Planet Fitness to do my workout on November 25, expecting him to show up some time. He didn't come that day because he still wanted that fucking Apple Card, and I still hadn't got it when I said I would. I started to ask him why can't do all of this shit himself. He said he couldn't leave his mother hanging, and then he accused me of not caring about the situation. After a few days of this back and forth about the Apple Card, I finally got an $100 Apple Card for him on November 28.
After I did that, I thought, "Now we can FINALLY meet up and fuck soon!", but I was wrong (yet again). As November turned into December, he said he would be busy with a presentation he had for his work, and that his salary was suspended. He then asked to get yeat another $100 card again, and that he would need it by Wednesday (December 3). I initially told him no, as I had already purchased a $100 Apple Card for him 3 days earlier. He promised he would pay me as soon as he gets his salary. I still said no, as I had spent a lot of money on his bullshit, and that I wasn't gonna go broke do this for him. He then begged and pleaded for me to do that, and again (like a gullible dumbass), I did.
He then dipped for a few days. I didn't get my $400 by the end of the previous week, and I then started to ask him where was my money. At that point I realized that maybe this dude was a fucking piece of shit, and that I got catfished. I crashed out and called him a fucking scammer, while demanding my money back. He then responded on December 8, saying that had got a new phone (which was the reason he didn't respond for 5 days). I told him that I thought he took my money and ran off with it. He later said that I would have to spend more money on him, while promising me he'll get my money back for the umpteenth time. He then said to get him $100 again. I told him no, and all of this asking for money and gift cards and whatnot made me think he was a scammer, which he denied (I didn't buy it).
The straw that finally started to break the camel's back was that after complimenting me on my piano skills, I asked him how he knows some of this stuff, and he told me verbatim, "Let me tell you something I observe you anytime we talk and see you in my dreams". My creep-o-meter went off, and I told him that if he makes another comment like that, I'd be done with this shit. After I said I wanted my money back, he still wanted me to get his $100 card even though he knew that was around 5/6ths of what I had in my bank account.
The moment finally broke the camel's back was when he asked me if my parents knew if I was gay (I'm bisexual, but I haven't come out to my parents yet). I told him if he said something like that one more time, I'd be done with him. A few more back-and-forths about the $100 gift card and some porn gifs later, and at this point, I already convinced myself that he was a scammer because of everything that I just mentioned from the constant begging of Apple gift cards to not giving me my money back, and I finally said that I wasn't gonna do this shit anymore. I'm done. It's over.
However, it didn't stop there. Not long after I told him it was over and I was done, he said he'd pay me back, and that he was coming back to South Carolina from New York soon. He still asked me for the card, which I said no. After I told him that, he started begging me to get the card for him, again promising he'd pay me back for the all those Apple cards I went out of my way buying for him. He then said we couldn't be done until he fucks me good, to which I said that with all the times he didn't listen to me when I said that I didn't have money to buy his cards or that I flat out didn't want to, the countless broken promises, and the fact that he gave me the vibes of a romance scammer, we were done and any attempts at fufilling those promises were too little too late. He then said he was broke, he didn't have money, and he didn't get paid because he was suspended.
After asking me to get him the card for the gazillionth time, to which I said I wasn't gonna buy him anything anymore, and that I'd be blocking him if he asks me this once again, he said that he wasn't doing good and that he felt like committing suicide because no one's out here with him. I told him that he should get real, professional help instead of talking to me. He asked me to help him settle some bills because he's broke, and I told him I don't have enough money to help him with anything. He then asked me if I wanted him to die, to which I said no, and futher explained that I was a college student who also doesn't have a lot of money. I then told him to find someone to help him, because I couldn't. He then told me he doesn't get help from anyone because he's gay, to which I did feel bad for him because nobody deserves to not get help because of their sexual orientation. I understood him and the situation he was in, but I couldn't help him due to my own money situation. He flipped out and said that I was making his situation worse for leaving him alone and that he felt like killing himself. I told him again that he needed to get some professional help instead of talking to me, and that I've been trying to tell him many times that I couldn't help him and there was nothing I could do, but he couldn't listen. I couldn't do this anymore, and when I told him this again, he then said I wanted him to die. I flipped out and tolm him that I don't want him to die, I just didn't have any money to help him. I then told him I would be blocking him very soon.
After all of this, I felt like the biggest dumbass in the history of dumbasses. I wasted my money on gift cards for a guy who wouldn't show up for a goddamn hookup, a guy who used up all my goodwill to get me to buy him Apple gift cards and not give me my money back after doing all of this for him which, looking back in hindsight, is something I shouldn't have done in the first place. I've done all of this for him, only not to just feel betrayed, lied to, and cheated on, but to feel like a dastardly, despicable human being at the end of all of this as he felt like killing himself because he was broke and had no one else but me because no one would help him because he was gay. To say that I have went through a lot, and learned a lot from this situation is an understatement.
And that's the story of my first time trying to hookup with someone. Thank you for reading.
This is my first proper blog entry. Today I will be talking about my failed attempt at a hookup through Grindr. This is gonna be a very long post.
I started using Grindr on October 26th, and the reason I started to use Grindr was because I wanted to chat with other people, and most importantly, I wanted to get laid. I wanted to know what sex felt like. I met a few people on there, but there's one person I met on there, and he's the subject of this post, a guy named "Arnold".
He was fine at first, he sent a few pics of himself (unfortunately I don't have those pics of him because he deleted his Grindr account a month ago), and I then started to take pics of myself. He wanted me to talk to me further on his Telegram account. At first, I just wanted to chat on Grindr, because I didn't have a Telegram account at the time and I wasn't particlarly interested in starting one. I then started to chat with him on Telegram, and then the first warning sign started to arise. He wanted me to go to the drug store to buy Theraflu for him. I said no, because I didn't have a car, and I couldn't drive (yet). He wanted me to drive all the way to his hotel room in Clemson, which is nearly 2 1/2 hours away from Blythewood (where I live). I explained this to him, and he flipped out and said he called me heartless and wicked, he said he hated me, and he also said that I "will be in need of someone help and nobody will care for me" (also his grammar wasn't the best, which also made me more suspicious). I was confused, but them I told him that when he felt better he could meet me at my nearest Planet Fitness here in Columbia (it's 15 minutes away from my house). He then told me that he doesn't have a bank card, and that I should send his receptionist $50 to help him get Theraflu, and to send said $50 to their CashApp. I tried, and my payment couldn't be sent. He then wants me to help him get an $50 Apple Card so his receptionist can take it to his store, and that he didn't want to die from his body pain, which later turned into a headache (the Apple Card will be a recurring theme throughout).
He then asked me to Zelle $50 to his receptionist, so after all of that, I did. He still wanted me to get that fucking Apple Card, and told me to get it from a website called mygiftcardsupply.com so that he could pay me back and meet me at my nearest Planet Fitness. He mentioned that he had been in pain for the previous 3 hours, and that's when I asked if he should call an ambulance if he's in this much pain, and he told me that he had nobody here with him, just me (weird considering he's in a goddamn hotel). About the mygiftcardsupply website, the next day (November 5), I tried to get the card for him, but it didn't work. He then asked me to get the card from a store, but then he want me to Zelle the manager of the hotel he's at the money. I didn't, and then he started messaging me over the next few days, asking me if I had the card. I then got that card for him, hoping he would finally meet me at Planet Fitness and fuck me in the locker room. He wouldn't get his bank card for a while, so he asked me to send $200 to his mother, promising to pay me back after he gets his card. I told him I can't send it, because I was saving money. He still begged for the $200, but after I told him that was around half of my balance (at the time), he then told me to CashApp his mom $50 so we can meet up that week. The CashApp account changed to his aunt for some reason, and since I still wanted to fuck a hot guy (and to be honest, he is attractive, he's like a 7.5/10), I tried to send that account money, but I couldn't find the exact account he mentioned. Then he asked for another Apple Card, which I said that I gave him one 10 days earlier, and I wanted to meet up and get fucked and not constantly waste my money and buy shit for him. For the next couple of days, he would still constantly ask me if I still had his fucking card, to which I said no, and that I'll get it later.
I went to Planet Fitness to do my workout on November 25, expecting him to show up some time. He didn't come that day because he still wanted that fucking Apple Card, and I still hadn't got it when I said I would. I started to ask him why can't do all of this shit himself. He said he couldn't leave his mother hanging, and then he accused me of not caring about the situation. After a few days of this back and forth about the Apple Card, I finally got an $100 Apple Card for him on November 28.
After I did that, I thought, "Now we can FINALLY meet up and fuck soon!", but I was wrong (yet again). As November turned into December, he said he would be busy with a presentation he had for his work, and that his salary was suspended. He then asked to get yeat another $100 card again, and that he would need it by Wednesday (December 3). I initially told him no, as I had already purchased a $100 Apple Card for him 3 days earlier. He promised he would pay me as soon as he gets his salary. I still said no, as I had spent a lot of money on his bullshit, and that I wasn't gonna go broke do this for him. He then begged and pleaded for me to do that, and again (like a gullible dumbass), I did.
He then dipped for a few days. I didn't get my $400 by the end of the previous week, and I then started to ask him where was my money. At that point I realized that maybe this dude was a fucking piece of shit, and that I got catfished. I crashed out and called him a fucking scammer, while demanding my money back. He then responded on December 8, saying that had got a new phone (which was the reason he didn't respond for 5 days). I told him that I thought he took my money and ran off with it. He later said that I would have to spend more money on him, while promising me he'll get my money back for the umpteenth time. He then said to get him $100 again. I told him no, and all of this asking for money and gift cards and whatnot made me think he was a scammer, which he denied (I didn't buy it).
The straw that finally started to break the camel's back was that after complimenting me on my piano skills, I asked him how he knows some of this stuff, and he told me verbatim, "Let me tell you something I observe you anytime we talk and see you in my dreams". My creep-o-meter went off, and I told him that if he makes another comment like that, I'd be done with this shit. After I said I wanted my money back, he still wanted me to get his $100 card even though he knew that was around 5/6ths of what I had in my bank account.
The moment finally broke the camel's back was when he asked me if my parents knew if I was gay (I'm bisexual, but I haven't come out to my parents yet). I told him if he said something like that one more time, I'd be done with him. A few more back-and-forths about the $100 gift card and some porn gifs later, and at this point, I already convinced myself that he was a scammer because of everything that I just mentioned from the constant begging of Apple gift cards to not giving me my money back, and I finally said that I wasn't gonna do this shit anymore. I'm done. It's over.
However, it didn't stop there. Not long after I told him it was over and I was done, he said he'd pay me back, and that he was coming back to South Carolina from New York soon. He still asked me for the card, which I said no. After I told him that, he started begging me to get the card for him, again promising he'd pay me back for the all those Apple cards I went out of my way buying for him. He then said we couldn't be done until he fucks me good, to which I said that with all the times he didn't listen to me when I said that I didn't have money to buy his cards or that I flat out didn't want to, the countless broken promises, and the fact that he gave me the vibes of a romance scammer, we were done and any attempts at fufilling those promises were too little too late. He then said he was broke, he didn't have money, and he didn't get paid because he was suspended.
After asking me to get him the card for the gazillionth time, to which I said I wasn't gonna buy him anything anymore, and that I'd be blocking him if he asks me this once again, he said that he wasn't doing good and that he felt like committing suicide because no one's out here with him. I told him that he should get real, professional help instead of talking to me. He asked me to help him settle some bills because he's broke, and I told him I don't have enough money to help him with anything. He then asked me if I wanted him to die, to which I said no, and futher explained that I was a college student who also doesn't have a lot of money. I then told him to find someone to help him, because I couldn't. He then told me he doesn't get help from anyone because he's gay, to which I did feel bad for him because nobody deserves to not get help because of their sexual orientation. I understood him and the situation he was in, but I couldn't help him due to my own money situation. He flipped out and said that I was making his situation worse for leaving him alone and that he felt like killing himself. I told him again that he needed to get some professional help instead of talking to me, and that I've been trying to tell him many times that I couldn't help him and there was nothing I could do, but he couldn't listen. I couldn't do this anymore, and when I told him this again, he then said I wanted him to die. I flipped out and tolm him that I don't want him to die, I just didn't have any money to help him. I then told him I would be blocking him very soon.
After all of this, I felt like the biggest dumbass in the history of dumbasses. I wasted my money on gift cards for a guy who wouldn't show up for a goddamn hookup, a guy who used up all my goodwill to get me to buy him Apple gift cards and not give me my money back after doing all of this for him which, looking back in hindsight, is something I shouldn't have done in the first place. I've done all of this for him, only not to just feel betrayed, lied to, and cheated on, but to feel like a dastardly, despicable human being at the end of all of this as he felt like killing himself because he was broke and had no one else but me because no one would help him because he was gay. To say that I have went through a lot, and learned a lot from this situation is an understatement.
And that's the story of my first time trying to hookup with someone. Thank you for reading.
