Bloody Situation

It all started March 2020, a year since I had left my ex-boyfriend. I was finally getting to a point to where I felt ok within myself to move forward. I had already been back on the dating apps but was mostly using it to toy with the “thirsties” (shame on me, I know). I am a huge flirt but lack action and love the attention! To better understand where this story is about to lead you, you must know the breakdown of how the gay “dating” apps work.

These so called “dating” apps for gays, are not just used for dating. They are almost strictly used for hooking up, its where all the “freaks” come out to play at night... or day. These apps are designed like any other normal social media account. You can upload pictures, statuses, statistics, etc. The issue, however, is that these apps attract a lot of discreet or “straight” guys looking for a sneaky link which is the majority and let us say that is about 85%. These profiles have hardly ANY information on them at all! You could find some information; it’s not completely impossible! The most you are going to get though is, “Name: DL” or “I’m just tryna bust” in their about me section. These guys claiming to be discrete or straight are just looking for the next emptiest home to feed their unborn children to while their girlfriends are asleep. Now do not get me wrong, I am no angel, obviously but I am just not for the shadiness. Now that you understand how these apps mostly work, this is my scoop…

Well one day, I get a message from one of these “oh so secretive profiles..” The guy behind this profile, his vibe felt different from the rest. His greeting seemed genuine and sincere, as any normal first conversation should start. As opposed from the normal, “sup, come jump on it” intro that I would normally receive. So, I decided to take him seriously. After all, it had been sometime since I was in the field. Despite most of my other experiences, our conversations went great! We would talk about; how we were doing, the guys that we would lead on, he would always find some way to slide in some slick sleezy comment (which I admired), and he sent me a picture of him. I loved it! I ate it all up! So, this back-and-forth flirtatious friendly conversation went on for a good two moths or so. Then one day I guess he had enough of the dirty talk and decided to invite me over.

I went into his apartment and was nervous as fuck! I knew we were about to play around but link ups always terrified me! As I walked in, he was just standing there nervous as fuck too by his kitchen, we said, “sup” and then he said, “come this way.” Now were in the room and well, let us just say he had an incredibly happy ending and I left out. The next day I had just woken up, tired, and hungry as shit. So, I left to go get some food. Well on my way back home he had hit me up again. He was ready for more! (Insert devil emoji!) I tried playing it off and told him, “nah, I just got some food, and you should be good because last night was the shit and I handle my business!” His response was, “I know, that’s why I want more, and I need you to come over!” So, of course, I went back over there. I left my food in the car (eye roll) and went upstairs to his apartment. Same repeat of the night before, but this time was more intense, more comfortable, more… seductive! Now look, I have HORRIBLE sinuses, okay? Sometimes I can bump my nose and it will bleed. Also keep in mind that this guy has a smooth dark chocolate skin tone …Well, I went down on him to blow him off and shit got really heated and intense. While I was down there at some point my nose had bled from all the pressure. (Don’t judge me! Ha ha) We were so into it neither of us knew! His head was thrown all the way back into the pillow, the room was dark and baby… I was just going to town! After about an hour he finally finished, and I go to wash off my hands and face in the bathroom.

As I am approaching the sink, I then look into the mirror and what I was about to see, I was NOT prepared for! I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO FUCKING DIE! My entire face was covered in blood! From my hair line, even on some of my scalp, all the way down to my chin! So, at this point I am panicking trying to drown my face in the sink! My mind was moving a million thoughts per hour! While I am rushing to clean my face off, I was wondering if he had noticed and what was going to happen when I came out of the restroom. So, when I am finally almost done cleaning up, he asked, “are you okay?” I’m now trying to really figure out if he realized or not and scrubbing as fast as possible. The way he asked didn’t sound like he was concerned but because of how long I was taking. So, I responded, “yeah, I’m good, I’m almost done.”

My exit out of the bathroom was probably one of the most anxious moments of my life! I open the bathroom door which leads to his bedroom and the doorway faces the bed. He wasn’t there so I knew he was up in the living room or kitchen. So, I began to creep out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. As I am walking more into the bedroom I surveillance the bed like Inspector Gadget as if I had some sort of computerized vision. To my surprise the sheets were completely clear of any blood spots. So now that I had some relief, I was ready to face him. I leave the bedroom which goes straight into the living room and he was doing something in the kitchen. He had thrown on whatever pajama pants he was previously wearing and seemed as calm as he could be. At this point I knew for a FACT that he knew nothing. So, I debated, what is the next step going to be?

We were having some bullshit conversation and he had yet to bring it up. As I am just standing there in the entry way of the living room and kitchen, he is mostly talking, and I was mainly listening. I am inside my head trying to figure out what my next plan of action is still going to be. Whether I was going to be brave enough to tell him or was I just going to let it go? Needless to say, I chickened out and didn’t say shit! We said our goodbyes and I took my departure. Well, little did I know it was going to be our last goodbye for a while up until a few months later.

I had tried writing him later that day and multiple times after, but he would not respond! The shame, the guilt, and the embarrassment were paralyzing! At some point his profile had disappeared, and he ended up blocking me, obviously! Then a few months had passed, and he was back on the app. So, what did I do? I hit him up again. This time he finally talked to me. All he could say was,” I was fucking terrified!” “I’m taking a shower after you left and all I could see was red washing off my dick!” He had no clue what it was. He told me he had inspected his dick but didn’t see any cuts or anything and figured that somehow it came from me. Once everything was said and done, he finally, at some point, slowly came back around and things went back to normal! I had been blessed!