I think most of us in the world has dated a cheater at some point. Or at the very least met a cheater. Sometimes they are your friends and you do your best to give them advice and try to tell them that what they're doing is wrong. Maybe you know both people in the relationship well and you're trying to save both of them from hurting. You know both so well and your friends with both so you do what you can to ease both of them into their decisions/or out of them. Sometimes we get pulled into the gossip and other times it happens to you personally. Maybe it's a few month relationship and you just jumped into it before you really new each other. Or maybe it's someone you married and things have been falling apart slowly. Either way cheating it never fun to deal with. Its full of drama, broken hearts, yelling, hurting, and just unhappiness all around. Both people end up getting hurt in some way and some of us go through it a lot more than others.

I've had quite a few cheaters in my short time on Earth. Maybe it's the luck of the straw and I just keep getting the short end. Maybe its that I secretly have an obsession with fixing someone. Or it could be that my looks gets me attention and i'm just very oblivious to the bad and the good. It seems that no matter what the reason is, I just get the bad end of the deal. Dating had become more of a sideline thought and every once in awhile the question always pops up in my head "is this one good, or bad?" and after a few times of trying it out and digging around with the guy I usually end up giving up. Something just never fits correctly and it can get pretty irritating at times. There's nothing wrong with being cautious but me in general. Well I find most people either on the line of too much personality or too little personality. Sometimes they play it up real well until it becomes to much for them and just end up ghosting me. It happens more often than most will talk about and it is kind of disheartening to have it happen all the time. It makes you look at potential partners as a passing moment. A flicker of memory. When I talk about them to my friends I get a lot of sad looks and "awww man that sucks, i'm so sorry" and all I can do is just really tell the other person that is not a big deal. Honestly it just makes for great stories and that's all there really is to it.

My generation has a habit of running away when things get hard. They have a tendency to want one night stands and just "netflix and chill" and I will admit that one of those moments can be nice every once in awhile but all of the time becomes so bland and repetitive. It becomes a broken record that just makes my ears ring day in and day out.

I remember this one guy I "dated". I was with him when I had moved to Michigan for two months.We had met and hooked up at my cousin's birthday party. From them out we kept meeting up over and over. I told him straight up what I wanted and without much to say we kept seeing each other. As time ticked on he started to recede away from me and not really talk to me. He became so far off for a while that it took me a bit to figure out what was going on. We would go days without messaging and when we would meet up he wouldn't tell me much about what was going on except that he was working. Instantly flags went up. I asked him questions and I got only half of the answer on most occasions. It eventually got to the point where I was sure we were going to break up or he would just ghost me. It was becoming normal for him to not answer and to not want to do much of anything together. I didn't know if it was me or if it was him and one night I broke down and sought out for answers.

I remember I was at his place one night and I woke up in the middle of the night. He had rolled over and nearly suffocated me in his sleep. The guy was almost three times the size me and pure muscle. Me being five three and about 120 pounds was getting squashed. With much effort I managed to flip his now snoring body on the other side. After the struggle was over I got some water and saw his phone lying on the floor. I don't know if he wasn't tech savvy or if he just didn't give a flying damn but I saw his phone was unlocked and the screen filled with messages from some chick named Babe. Now I imagine my face probably looked something like a head tilt, eyebrows raised, fire in my eyes and a scowl as I picked up the phone. It very clearly wasn't me and I peeked over at him to see if he had moved at all. With a satisfied snore I knew that he was as asleep as it gets. Looking back at the phone I swiped up and it instantly opened to the messenger. Girls. A line of female names going down the messenger. How convenient of him to leave the evidence right under my nose. For most I didn't open up the messages just because some seemed to be actual girls he was friend with but I did open up ones that had nicknames beside their contact.

Instantly I clicked on Babe.

"I dream about you being naked by the fire with hot cocoa. The room warm around us as we enjoy each other's company"

What the **** was this???

I asked later on to get no reply except for "she's some psycho bitch that thinks her and I are dating, that's all". Now for those of you who are wondering I played it off very well with the excuse of "It pulled up on your messages and I was wondering who she was" and I swear he bought it and didn't ask questions about how exact I was. I could not tell if he was of low intelligence or if he was that good at playing the players game. When my two months was over in Michigan I found out what kind of person he was. The reality was that he had been with me and seeing another chick on the side. She didn't have any idea about it and had decided to tell me so I could know about what he was really like. Of course I found out two years later. Turns out that she sent it to me when she saw my profile picture was the two of us kissing. I didn't receive it because I had my settings on high back then and her message went to spam and I never got it. I actually had messaged her telling her thank you for trying to help me out then and that she was awesome for doing that.

If only more women would do things like that then maybe we could fill out the good and bad. If only right?