Apparently "I'm a NICE guy" is a universal thing

I can’t believe I just remembered this.

It happened months ago and I had brushed it off my mind, but I needed something to type, and my brain went “what of that Mr Nice guy that wrote you a poem within three days of talking?”

So here I am.

Are you curious?

Okay so it all started out of boredom(I make crazy decisions when I’m bored okay? That’s when I’m very likely to do shit for the plot). I went to the added list on Snapchat, which I usually ignore cause majority are from quick add, and I added the first five on the list.

Curse you boredom the platypus!!!

Anywho, immediately this guy bites. I don’t even remember what his name was, just that he was Italian.

Red flag number one.

I asked if it was a prank, he said no. I asked if he was a catfish, he asked me what a catfish was. Then mumu me explained what a catfish was and he said he wasn’t.

I asked how he added me, he said he saw my name on quick add.

Do you have VPN on? No.

Do you have Nigerian friends? No.

Asked for a pic. He sent it. Reversed searched the image. Nothing. Asked for another in a different place, he sent it.

Omo, I gave up on origins there and then and decided to move on. Let’s get to know him at least.

Now I don’t know if it’s me with trust issues or if this dude just went trauma dumping on me. I want to say it’s me, but sha let me list what I knew within a few hours of texting.

1. he had three jobs.

2. his dad was in the mafia and died via mafia.

3. he was the sole provider for his mom and younger sister.

4. he hadn’t finished high school.

5. around the time of his dad’s death, his family had to leave the country.

6. he didn’t have time for friends or a social life.

7. the pressure of everything was overwhelming on him.

Number 7 is the reason I didn’t run away. I decided that maybe he just needed someone he didn’t know to help get it off his chest.

But in the same timeframe all he knew about me was:

1. i’m a graduate

2. i have a job

3. i enjoy writing and this publication

Anywho, he had this thing where he kept calling himself worthless and ugly (ps. he’s not. In fact, he’s very very fit from the pics. I mean he’s no model but he’s not ugly). I always reassured him, but it only intensified when I sent him a view once pic of myself. (still didn’t trust him).

He would be saying shit like I was very beautiful and he didn’t deserve me. And when you hear this too much you start to look at the guy weird.

I don’t remember majority of what we talked about, but it was a lot of me stroking his esteem.

I do remember that on day two, dude wrote me a poem in Italian. It was cute. The trust issues girl in me was creeped tf out but the inner romantic appreciated the gesture and made it very known she appreciated the gesture.

I also remember he used to get really upset if I took hours to respond. Meanwhile I was taking the hours to touch grass and mentally prepare to continue talking to him (my commitment to the bit was astounding)

On the third day, he started the usual hours-to-respond argument and omo, I said I’m not doing again and said my mind (I don’t remember what I told him, but it wasn’t rude, just that he didn’t have the right to demand my time and something along those lines). Then left the chat.

By the time I touched grass and came back, he had unadded me lol. I unadded him back, then realized it would make a good story, but when I readded, chats were gone so I unadded him again and forgot about it.

I do still have the poem and his pic though. I will not be posting the pic for his privacy, but I will be posting the poem lol.

Ammiro la sua bellezza, profonda e vera,
La sua pelle di notte con luce sincera,
Regina di grazia sotto il chiaro di luna,
Trasforma il mio buio in fortuna.
Le sue labbra color vino, dolci da sognare,
Un gusto di paradiso, difficili da lasciare,
Le bacerei piano, resterei con lei,
Perso nei sogni che vivono in noi.
Mi ha mentito all’inizio, ma era così dolce,
Un piccolo segreto, tenero e veloce,
È bella, preziosa, gentile e rara,
Un cuore puro che tutto ripara.

And it’s translation

I admire her beauty, deep and true,
Her midnight skin with a golden hue,
A queen of grace in the soft moonlight,
She turns my darkness into pure light.
Her lips like wine, so rich, so sweet,
A taste of heaven in every beat,
I’d kiss those dreams, I’d stay right there,
Lost in the magic we both could share.
She lied at first, but it felt so kind,
A little secret, a gentle mind,
She’s beautiful, precious, gentle, and rare,
A heart so pure, beyond compare

It’s a cute poem right…

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