It didn't take long to move on from Exxon. Alvaro. Con-man working for the U.S. and who knows who else. When I first met him he told me he worked for the DEA and FBI when he lived in Colombia. Whatever. I don't care what he did. I have felt a sadness about things now and then. But tears?
I haven't cried. Huh. Wonder if it's because I was onto him the whole time and knew he was a cheater and a liar. A weird-o besides. All the little messages left behind and stealing of my clothing?
Listening to Sarah Vaughan's What Ever Lola Wants, Lola Gets.
Meeting new men, and going to San Fran. for a date next week. Maybe to TX soon for another date. There are...ahem...
A LOT of fish in the sea.
I found Alvaro flipping his fin in a shallow sludge. He thought he was a big fish.
I did love him and care about him. But I don't put up with lying about cheating nor do I put up with mind games and cruelty.
After I told him my son had been distressed in a visit, crying about being "poked" and someone "poking" him (probably trying to express how he was getting all these bruises and pinch marks), Alvaro was then sticking a finger into my ribs, arm, leg, and "poking" me, hard, all the time. And then made comment about it. "You don't like me poking you?"
He was a freak
It wasn't worth it. If I had any part of it to do over, I would have never been involved. I was pretty straightforward and I didn't deserve the mind games and humiliation and coercion.
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