When I first met Casanova over a year ago at speed dating, he asked me out right away but I turned him down. However, our email addresses were exchanged through the event, and without hesitation, he emailed me a couple of times for a date. I told him that I wasn’t interested, but he wrote a long email back to appeal his success, how he thought of me as a potential wife, and how I should give him a chance… At that time, I wasn’t impressed with his success nor did I take his words seriously.
Even a couple of months after we started dating, there was a part of me that was still in doubt about his LOVE towards me. He was only 30 years old at that time, but was driving a BMW, dining at five-star restaurants, on the Board of Directors, tall and handsome… How could a guy like him be at a speed dating event when he was always getting attention from women wherever he goes? Why would a 30 year old successful guy want to get married? He was TOO GOOD to be true… but we had passionate sex, he often called me or texted me, tried to see me quite frequently, talked about how much he loved me and wanted me….. and I finally fell for him. If only I had not turned into a greedy woman who believes that a PERFECT guy could actually settle down with one woman, I wouldn’t be in this Harlem relationship.
I was at Casanova’s apartment a few days ago, surrounded by the evidences other women were leaving. He was staring at me while he was inserting his huge dick and giving me a pleasure that runs through to the tip of my fingers and toes…. I knew and felt this was all wrong. While getting my orgasm I said, “how can I get rid of you?! Tell me!”. As Casanova put his pants back on he replied, “NO. You can’t get rid of me!!!”.
While Casanova was beside me in his apartment, I was receiving text messages from men… Of course Casanova doesn’t look at my cell phone, nor do I look at his, but I’m pretty sure that Casanova was texting his many girlfriends too…. really, how messed up was that?! Why I’m I torturing myself with this disrespectful and selfish maniac?!
A friend once told me, “treat yourself as you would to your daughter. If you had a daughter, would you let her stay with Casanova?”.