The past two days have been weird. I know I’ve been on the right path because of number sequences. Firstly, I see r111ick on a number plate, perhaps Rick is my next true love. Then in the afternoon at work I checked the time on my mobile, and it was exactly 2.22. Later that day I saw a sequence of 333 on another number plate. I also saw another name of Andy spelled out on a number plate. Oh, and I saw Jay on a number plate yesterday. I am starting to see 111 a lot, and I live at No.11 too, so I guess that has a divine message somewhere.
Number synchronicity must mean I have made the right decision to bin a man who has been fucking me around for far too long. Now I feel such an idiot to have believed a word of what he said. He got horny from my stories, and thought he would live a lie. No wonder he would never leave, he has the best of both worlds; a wife to shag, and a young girl to jack off to at work. Just had a truthful message off his missus via this website, obviously doing her “checks” on him.
Now I know why he kept saying, “but I can’t tell her what you do to me.” Hmm Keith, because I have been a mug, but I forgive myself. It is a lesson to be grateful for. Good job I fucked up my plane ticket I guess, was meant to be in the USA from yesterday. I guess the angels didn’t want me to tent it in the field for seven days.
Not sure why I didn’t follow my instinct before, but now he has truly fucked up to ever think I would believe a word he ever says again. So be careful folks. Instinct is essential in any online relationship.
