Oh, no.
If you remember, I was in a co-ed subgroup in my professional networking group. This is the group where I met Nigerian Daddy. The group changed hosts about two years ago, the same year I stopped seeing that piece of shit.
I’m not sure I ever clearly admitted it to myself but I always hoped I would run into him again. I’m not sure what I would have actually done had I run into him. I never want to allow him the privilege of speaking to me again but I still wanted him to be in the same room as me so I could snub him.
Anyway, I was glad when the group went dead because that removed my hopes and dreams and being in the same room with him again.
But, oh, dear…
Ooooh, dear…
The original host of the group is back and she planned an event next weekend. 😂
This sub group was actually nice to be with. This host has a particular talent for bringing the nicest group members together. So, I’m actually genuinely looking forward to being with the group again.
But I have to admit that I am also excited at the thought of running into Nigerian Daddy again.
I look good as fuck. I lost weight. Your girl is shinin’. And I want him to see that.
But the more rational and protective side of me will do what is right: I will do whatever it takes possible to reduce the chance of us running into one another. He is never going to see me again after the way he disrespected me.
Meanwhile, I will daydream about the drama and excitement of running into him again through the networking group. After all, it is a possibility. I can sign up for an event and he can show up without actually making an official RSVP. 😆
…Actually, the thought of that happening kind of upsets me! I really don’t want to see him again… Ugh… Yeah. Maybe not…
My world has been so much more peaceful since I removed civvie men from my life. I don’t want to see his stupid face again…
Instead, I will enjoy knowing that he can see my name on the RSVP list and and then watching it drop if once he adds his name…
I’m vengeful. I hold grudges. So sue me.


















