🚩 Volume IX: The Most Honest Drug Dealer I Never Asked to Meet

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It was the YMCA. I was studying. Head down. Spilling my drink, as usual—chaotic girl energy in a quiet public place. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I wasn’t asking for anything.

Then he came.

He walked up and said:

"You’re gorgeous."

Back then, that word still meant something to me. It still had a shimmer. So I invited him to join me.

We talked. Light conversation, casual energy. I asked what he did for a living. He said:

"I’m a construction worker."

But then—he looked into my eyes. Held the pause. And said:

"Actually... I’m a drug dealer."

Just like that.

This was after I’d already given him my number. That was my pattern then. I didn’t know how to say no, so I said yes and blocked them later. But this one was different. This one confessed his crime like it was courage.

"I wanted to lie to you," he said, "but I couldn’t lie to your eyes."

As if my soul demanded truth. As if that somehow made it acceptable.

I smiled. I stayed calm. I said:

"You’re the most honest drug dealer I never asked to meet."

Then I excused myself.

As I walked away, he blew me kisses.

He didn’t know me. But he tried to claim me anyway.

I got on the bus. Shaken. I changed my number the next day. Since then, I’ve never given my number to a man again. I give my Instagram, maybe. I give space. I give silence.

Not because I’m scared. But because I’m done mistaking a compliment for compatibility.

🚩 Red Flags He Carried Like Accessories:

  1. Unsolicited Compliment as an Opener – Led with flattery to disarm me.

  2. Engaged Under False Pretenses – Claimed to be a construction worker.

  3. Confessed Like It Was Romantic – Turned truth into manipulation.

  4. Used My Eyes as His Excuse – Framed honesty as my fault.

  5. Asked for My Number Without Earning It – Took access before trust.

  6. Blew Kisses After I Walked Away – Entitled intimacy.

  7. Left Me Physically Shaken – My body knew before my mind.

  8. He Smelled – Poor hygiene on top of poor character.

  9. He Was the Poor Kind of Drug Dealer – No wealth. No grooming. No Gucci belt.

If I had to date a drug dealer, he’d be rich. But I don’t. Because I’m not desperate. I’m Donna.

💡 What I Learned:

  • A compliment is not a key.

  • A confession doesn’t excuse the crime.

  • Truth without character is still chaos.

  • My eyes may invite honesty, but they do not accept dysfunction.

  • I will never again be flattered by a word.

Volume IX. Sealed.
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