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dlnqnt · 6 years

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i'm gonna talk about ken and you're gonna want to strap in for this because it is a doozy. ken was 22 and living in an apartment that was paid for by his mother when i met him. i was bored and wanted to meet some new people one night, and i usually go to /soc/ when i want people i can easily ghost later. so, i gave out one of my trash emails and waited for the messages to pour in. one of them was ken. his first message was soliciting me for sex. i immediately told him to look elsewhere and thought that would be the end of it (that is a persistent theme, so prepare yourselves), but he asked why i was so quick to disregard him (even though i literally told him why) while he tried to find common ground with me. we ended the first night of correspondence by agreeing to be language study buddies. that never panned out. instead, he whined to me about his building going co-op and his legal struggles around that, as well as a girlfriend and a side-chick he was quick to introduce after i rejected his advances, all the while trying desperately to get me to meet him in person. so, i knew he was insane and was planning to stay as far away as possible and hopefully fully ghost his crazy ass, like a regular person who doesn't want to end up raped and lying dead in a gutter if she can help it. but i refused to meet him in person for so long (i.e. a week, iirc), he started suspecting that i wasn't a girl like i said i was. one night, he asks if he can call me (i had already given him my number, it was a stupid decision, hindsight 20/20, blah blah) to verify that i am a girl. i tell him no, he begs a little bit, i stand my ground. i hope that that's the end of it. surprise, bitches. it wasn't. the next day, i'm getting ready for class and i get a text from ken, asking if he can call again. i try to tell him i have class soon, but before i can hit send, he's ringing me. i cancel the call and send the text. he just calls again. obviously, this shit wasn't going to end unless i answered, so i do, and very annoyed. he is reassured by my very feminine voice (he even complimented me, i think he said i sounded pretty? i forget, it's been a while, but it was a little jarring), asks again to meet in person, to which i say i'm very busy (which i've been telling him in between telling him explicitly that i don't want to do that because i find him creepy), and i hang up because bitch i had a class to get to. that night, apparently very reassured of my femininity, ken asks for nudes. so, i am not a person who is comfortable having her photo taken, let alone take selfies, and let alone take nudes. i just don't do that, and i tell him no. repeatedly. he brings up the femininity thing again and i just send him a photo of a box of pads, which he credits as my mother's (despite my clearly living in a dorm). he asks for further proof and i'm immensely tired of him, but i'm also a sassy bitch, so i sarcastically ask if he wants me to send a picture of a used pad. this fucker says yes. i tell him no. again. he asks for nudes a few more times and so i send "l'origine du monde", which is a beautiful hyperrealistic painting of a vagina, and tell him to fuck off. at this point, he sees he isn't getting anywhere, so conversation shifts to his girlfriend. he tells me he isn't pleased with her but keeps her around because she'll always be around for him to fuck or whatever, and how she "lets him" have a side-chick. i don't care. at all. but he continues. he sends me a photo of her and asks if i find her attractive. this is out of fucking left field, so i'm dumbstruck for a moment before i tell him that a rating from me would mean absolutely nothing. he presses for a x/10 rating and i refused again, saying that her insecurity isn't my responsibility to solve and that he should just tell her she's pretty. they both call me a bitch. i tell them to fuck off, and i tell ken specifically that i don't want to talk anymore. all is right with the world for three days. the fucker is back in my inbox. so, i was done with this fucker a while ago, right? if he's gonna be an ass, i'm gonna treat him like an ass. we have a bit of correspondence for a couple more months, it's relatively scattered because your girl is busy with school and i honestly didn't have the energy to deal with his various amounts of neckbeard bullshit. it's march now and my spring break. my family is holding a very late lunar new year celebration, so the night before i'm crashing with family and ken is once again in my inbox. he is still begging to meet me in person. tired, i hypothetically ask "if we meet in person once, you'll leave me the fuck alone?" and, man, does that response perk him tf up. he sends back a very excited email, trying to get details as to when this will all happen. i wasn't serious, but after this, i'm entertaining the idea of meeting him purely to kick him square in the nuts and end this shit once and for all (i told my best friend and while she was supportive of the idea, she also didn't want me to die, and begged me not to meet him), so i string him along for a little bit. a couple days later, i am absolutely done with ken. i have been for a while, but i am alarmingly calm and clearly give people too many chances, but, dude. i. was. done. in those couple of days, he continued to solicit me for sex, belittle me, and made a racist remark (it was about how asian chicks should only date white dudes, which is a whole can of worms i cannot entertain right now). so i sent him a final email, detailing exactly every detail as to why he was the absolute worst. the bullshit about asian girls and white dudes set me off specifically, which i responded to with the following: i like white guys, sure, but just because you are white does not make you any less of an asshole, and i don't like dealing with assholes. do you think that you could take your head out of your ass long enough to take an objective look at yourself? because, really, you're just an abhorrent, enormous sentient lump of shit, but i guess that's why your head is stuck up your ass in the first place. i was very proud of that paragraph, and that insult in particular, i hope you enjoyed it, too. so, after that, i blocked him everywhere, though he did continue to contact me occasionally, at the same email i told him would delete anything he sent to me (it sat in the trash until i manually deleted, it's the only reason i know). and that is the story of ken. i did change his name, don't worry. and the moral of the story is, white boys are terrible.

#i am so sorry #this is so long #but #it's a big story #anyway #stop white men #i might actually #uh #delete l8r #i've wanted to share this for a long time lmao

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