How my FWB relationship changed the way I thought about love. The Story of Cali.
May 2019, I swiped right on yet another pretty boy who I thought was going to be a one-night stand. We met at a bar with some of my friends and hit it off really well. First time I saw him, I immediately was attracted to his crystal blue eyes and bright smile. My friends thought he was super cool and chill and approved of him so I knew we were going to hit off with a bang. That first night we must have fucked at least 7–8 times, in the shower, in the bed, in the corner of the room, and he let me sleepover and did something no other tinder guy had done for me. He cuddled and held me throughout the whole night and walked me to my car the morning after. Now I wasn’t sure how to feel about this because I thought he would never contact me again just like how most guys treated me. I knew at the time I was not in a mentally stable place. I was in a downward spiraling phase of constant “hook ups” with strangers and snorting coke after a night of drinking and dancing. I partied so hard around this time and before I met this pretty boy let’s call him “Cali”, I was hooking up with other guys left and right who would fuck me and leave me hanging most of the time. I didn’t value myself as much, maybe because I wasn’t sure if I was worthy of a relationship and just went along the “hoe” phase and embraced it.
