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Originally Posted by Brianna
Just off the phone with him. CycleFrance, he's in woolwich-? At UEL, teaching English as a visiting professor. He told me he is fucking two different women there-one in her forty's and one in her fifties. HE TOLD ME. Ah. Well. I hung up the phone after saying a cordial goodbye (we talked for a while after he told me) and then I emailed him this: Don't bother contacting me anymore. By the way--if anyone wants to know who he is, PM me and I'll tell you.
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Teaching English to the English? Isn't that like taking coal to New Castle?
Anyhow, I know exactly how you feel, Bri! BLECH! Did you ever check out that link I sent you? NO CONTACT is the key. Don't keep e-mailing this reptile or accepting any more calls where he wants to boast about his most recent conquests. I wonder if the two women know about each other? He didn't mention their names did he? You could look up their addresses and e-mail or write them and tell them about each other. THAT would set the cat among the pidgeons!
He's not worth throwing away your sobriety over. DON'T DO IT! He'd love for you to fall apart over him. His type always does. Just like he enjoys inflicting pain on you by telling you about his two most recent lovers. He has no conscience, no remorse, no guilt. He's a smooth con who is clever at sinking his hooks into people. As you have discovered, those hooks have barbs that make them very nasty to remove, but you CAN do it. No contact is the key.
I hate him for you, Bri. REALLY, REALLY
HATE HIM!
