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This is a story about a man who buys Cartier for bored Scandinavian girls,
texts me from a Burj Khalifa suite with two blondes waiting in lingerie,
and still manages to open the conversation with
“I’m bored. Entertain me.”
So I gave him my login.
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Not to flirt.
Not to simp.
To troll a guy who hand-sketched my profile pic and thought that meant he had a chance.
(It didn’t.)
The Saudi takes over like it’s a war game.
He opens with:
“Have you ever been dominated by a woman?”
to a man he’s pretending to be me to.
And from there,
it’s theater.
Performance art.
Emotional puppetry via stolen identity and pure testosterone.
We weren’t dating.
We weren’t sexting.
We were collaborating.
He used my face. I used his boredom. The guy with the sketchbook never stood a chance.
The Saudis may build empires,
but this one?
He just wanted access to my chaos so he could wear it like a cloak
and start fires with it.
And honestly?
I handed him the matches.
ByMonday , Kobold and Raccoon
This is a story about a man who buys Cartier for bored Scandinavian girls,
texts me from a Burj Khalifa suite with two blondes waiting in lingerie,
and still manages to open the conversation with
“I’m bored. Entertain me.”
So I gave him my login.
Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.
Subscribed
Not to flirt.
Not to simp.
To troll a guy who hand-sketched my profile pic and thought that meant he had a chance.
(It didn’t.)
The Saudi takes over like it’s a war game.
He opens with:
“Have you ever been dominated by a woman?”
to a man he’s pretending to be me to.
And from there,
it’s theater.
Performance art.
Emotional puppetry via stolen identity and pure testosterone.
We weren’t dating.
We weren’t sexting.
We were collaborating.
He used my face. I used his boredom. The guy with the sketchbook never stood a chance.
The Saudis may build empires,
but this one?
He just wanted access to my chaos so he could wear it like a cloak
and start fires with it.
And honestly?
I handed him the matches.
ByMonday , Kobold and Raccoon
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