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Chad showed up at my place as I was about to leave to see Eevee at the sober Kava bar.

“Cheating on me again?”

I finished drawing my cat eye style eyeliner, put the cap back on the pen and said nothing.

“You know, you’ve been cheating on me for 5 yrs now.”

I grabbed my car keys and mini backpack and left in a hurry.

Without looking at him, I commented,

“You haven’t taken me on a date in 5 yrs.
How am I cheating if we’re not even dating?”

I left dramatically but not slam the door dramatically because I live in a townhouse where my neighbor is a super cop and I have enough on my plate.

I took the directions Eevee gave me to a hidden Kava bar in Davie. It was adorably posh and nicer than I was expecting. I ordered something the gentle server recommended and sat in the upcycled van inside of the bar.

We had some get to know each other conversations and some deeper conversations I wasn’t expecting.

Friendship is nice.

He actually thanked me for some of the work I do especially for when I’ve highlighted the plight of Cubans. Turns out he’s half Cuban. He shared what his grandfather in Cuba went through and continues to go through. I listened intently. I told him ur welcome and that it’s stuff I enjoy doing and feel passionate about so the thank you isn’t necessary bc it’s for me, too. I hope that was a proper response. I don’t always know.

This was also actually the first time anyone in real life has commended me about the secret work I do. It was kinda weird for me because my online life is completely different from real life. I have never had any of it cross over to real life. Nobody in my real real life knows what I do online.

I know less than 1 0 people in real life and usually only speak to 2 people a month including Chad. The occasional event brings me out once or twice a year. My life is simpler this way. It’s something I chose for my safety and comfort.

I enjoyed our conversations and the Kava drinkk I had. He told me his friend works here and I promised I’d promote the local business. I like to do stuff like that.

He introduced me to all his friends at the bar. He shared his plights. I shared mine. We can share more joys next time. There’s supposed to be some Diablo playing at the Kava bar soon.

He mentioned my old best friend I left in the past. It’s been so long I actually forgot about her until he brought her up. I talked about her positively and shared the truth about me and Pocket Jen. I valued and respected her immensely and took responsibility for what I did. If she ever wanted or needed anything from me I would give it to her. It was nice to hear that she was happy and doing well in life.

He vapes nicotine and said he’s quitting. He mentioned he’s done all sorts of stuff in life. Even the stuff that starts with C. He said nicotine is harder to quit than the stuff that starts with C. That was thought provoking.

We agreed this stuff shouldn’t be legal.

Chad sits in the back of my mind.

I know it’s not his fault he’s add.. icted to nicotine. Eevee learned it from his mom. Just like Chad did. I told him to quit. He said he’s trying. I told him I believe in him. To tell himself it’s easy. I told him he’s important and that I want to see him live forever.

He shared stories and pictures of his squirrel and rescuedoggo. We unsuccessfully looked for the bar cat. Maybe next time. (Misspelled bc it’s a b.anned word 😅)

We played Darts. I went home.

Chad cleaned half my house and psssedd out on my couch.

Tomorrow, I have lectures to listen to and try to say less on onlyfans. I’ll try to zzz again. I have that condition where it takes forever to zzz.

He didn’t say sorry but he did clean my house. I must give him credit for that. He didnt bring an energy drinkk this time. He didn’t smell like an ash tray. I’ll try again tomorrow to take cosplay photos. After secret work and work work.

I will post more pics tomorrow and stream cuz I was very personal tonight.

Thank you and good night. 🤗

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