So, I met this 23-year-old Syrian guy who moved to the UK in 2014. I caught him staring at the lovely little perky ass of what seemed to me like a very fair skin early 20 yo Indian.

But he admitted to me he did not have the confidence to approach. What if this, what if that type of talk?

“You are too stuck in your head.” I said.

He then admitted that his head was not in the right place. He told me he had just recently broken up with his girlfriend of three years, and even though it taught him lessons, he still could not get over her.

He still felt he had a duty to respond to her late-night calls. So, I asked him about his story.

When they met, he was dealing drugs, and even though he was like the other drug dealers who were partying hard and getting bitches every weekend and blowing cash on expensive night outs, he was lower-key.

He eventually met this girl, Algerian, through social media, completely unrelated to the underworld.

She started off well; she was very needy towards him as he was very busy selling dope, and he could not give her much attention. However, over time, he became softer; he even stopped dealing drugs and started to cater to her more.

This is when the switch happened. She became bitchy, dismissive, and inconsiderate, to the point that they both distanced themselves.

When he narrated it, I could tell that he was still hurt and did not mind showing the not-so-great things he had done.

During that distancing period, she met one guy who she fucked once but wasn’t it, and she came back to him, crying, saying that “she loved him, that the guy did not matter”, even though he was disgusted he half-reluctantly took her back because of his feelings.

As some of you may have already guessed, the BS started to get worse once they were back together. She showed more of the catty behaviour and disrespect she previously displayed, which led to a repetitive back-and-forth of break-up and make-up.

Until the latest instalment, she broke up not to come back but to Monkey Branch with another guy.

Distraught and inexperienced as he was, I reassured him.

“Better you experience that at 23 and not at 43”.

Him: “But she tells me she is happy and never felt like that before, even when she told me she loved me.”

“She is so happy she is bothering herself, calling and telling you that unprompted. It sounds like she just wants to trigger you.”

“Bruh, how can that be? I have stayed with her for three years; she has been with this guy for like 3 weeks; all that she said back then means squats.”

“You are wrong on two fronts; when she said she loved you, she most likely was honest, but whatever she said is in the moment. Don’t think that it cannot change the day after; why you don’t take her seriously? It goes as well with what she says about the guy. Having said that, don’t fall for the fallacy that the longer you stay with her, the higher the intensity of feelings she has towards you vs the rest.”

He was telling me how this taught him a lesson: never to open up again to a woman and never to compromise in respect. The last 1.5 years had been her messing him about while implicitly keeping him as a side dish while appearing as the main one until he was fully dropped.

He admitted he pleaded for them to get back together, to which she responded:

“Life goes on”.

He eventually and reluctantly accepted it, although he still did not fully digest it.

But the spite got him to say this:

“Beyond fucking, what use are they for? I properly invested in something to get screwed in the end; next time when I fuck some girl, and she asks for more, I will tell her this:

Life goes on”.

These 3 words will remain in his psyche longer than the relationship he had, and this is how the villain arc starts.

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