Yesterday someone from my past popped up. I've referred to him before, the guy I dated shortly that works at the same place as me (although in a different department and building which is how I foolishly justified it) The one that turned out to still be married? But I only found out about THAT recently due to my taking a new job within the same company and working with people who know him. So I found out by overhearing a conversation.
Now I have to say I've dated a married man, although, I had no knowledge of it.
Men are shit.
Some men.
The men I pick.
Anyways, he found my social media and commented and now thinks I want to have conversations with him. Because of what happened to him, and his health, his memory seems off. I have no sympathy. No care. No interest. He is still the guy that cheated on his wife and lied to me and I'm going to bet many others.
I never even counted him as a relationship. He was an experience. And turned out not a good one. Although I learned a lot from him, found a whole new world because of him, he also put his hands on me ONCE. If we hadn't been in a public parking lot, and if another male who smelled trouble hadn't followed us outside, that would have been a bigger story. That night turned out to be a test of my survival mode and intelligence on how to deal with a drunk angry man who had no boundaries.
What fun.
So no. His reappearance is not welcome. Hell, I MOVED so he wouldn't know where I lived anymore, I threatened him with reporting him to HR when he started harassing me on my work phone because he was blocked on my personal phone. I stopped going to the cafe and tried not to go anywhere outside my department and office until ironically, COVID sent most of us home to work.
Strange to say that the pandemic had perfect timing for me. Let me say, I will NEVER date anyone I work with again. I always had that rule and in this case, I validated breaking it. I learned the hard way. Don't mix business with so called pleasure.
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