🚩 Volume V – The Entitled Stranger

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He wasn’t a lover. He wasn’t a friend. He was a man who thought “kindness” meant “come in.”

🚩 Red Flags I Ignored (But Not for Long)

  1. He was my Uber driver—but he wanted to be something else.
    It started as a simple ride.
    I’d put the wrong address. He helped redirect me—for a small fee.
    I thanked him. I e-transferred the money. I went on my way.
    I thought that was it.
    It should have been.

  2. He followed up with a text—but not professionally.

    “Did you get home okay?”
    Seemed innocent.
    I said yes.
    “Are you free this weekend?”
    And that’s when it began.
    Not concern. Not follow-up. Just access-seeking dressed as “care.”

  3. He mistook kindness for chemistry.
    He said he wanted to take me out because I was pretty.
    He said we “connected.”
    No, sir. You were just near me while I was nice.

  4. I rejected him clearly—but he tried to reframe it.
    I said I wasn’t free.
    I said if I went out with everyone who called me pretty, I’d have no time left for myself.
    I told him plainly:

    “I’m a people person. But very few people leave their mark on me. You’re not one of them.”
    He didn’t take it as truth. He took it as a challenge.

  5. He tried to convert me—before I even agreed to coffee.
    He was a Muslim Indian man, likely practicing.
    When I told him I wasn’t interested, he said:

    “That’s okay. You can convert if things get serious.”
    I told him:
    “I have no intention of being serious.”
    And I meant it.

  6. He was a smoker—and thought I shouldn’t care.
    I told him I don’t date smokers.
    He laughed it off.
    He said:

    “You should lower your standards.”
    And I replied:
    “My standards are currently in hell. Nothing is lower than hell.”
    That shut him up.

  7. I blocked him without guilt.
    No goodbye. No soft exit.
    Just a clean, confident block.
    Because he wasn’t looking for connection.
    He was looking for permission.
    And I don’t hand that out.

💥 The Aftermath That Didn’t Hurt

I didn’t cry.
I didn’t spiral.
I didn’t replay the conversation and ask, “Was I too harsh?”

Because I wasn’t.

I was clear.
I was firm.
I was done.

This wasn’t romance.
It was an entitled man thinking he could talk me into a lower version of myself.

✨ What I Learned

  • Not every act of kindness is an invitation.

  • You don’t have to be polite when someone refuses to listen.

  • If a man tries to redesign your values for his comfort, he’s not spiritual—he’s strategic.

  • “Connection” can be a projection.

  • A man who tells you to lower your standards is already beneath them.

  • Blocking is not rudeness. It’s maintenance.

📝 Final Reflection

He said we connected. I said I wasn’t interested.

He said I could convert. I said I wouldn’t.

He said I should lower my standards.
I said: “They’re already in hell. Nothing is lower than hell.”

And that was that.

I don’t owe softness to strangers.
I don’t negotiate my boundaries in Ubers.

I’m not cold. I’m just not convertible.
And a woman who knows herself will always sound unreasonable to a man who doesn’t.

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