Mr. Right Turned Into Mr. Wrong: The Terrible Dream I had Today

 

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While I was sleeping, I had a horrible dream. I was dating a black man. Every Sunday, me and the man would go out to eat and hang out. Me and the man isn't married or anything in the dream, just dating. I'll call the man O.G. Gonzalez, even though he doesn't have a name. Mind you, none of this really happened, it was just a dream. Maybe I've been watching too many crime shows and somehow it went into my subconscious. 

Anyway, one Sunday, I was supposed to meet up with O.G. Gonzalez at the mall. He always spoiled me and never asked me for anything, which is something that I never go through in real life. Men don't spoil me in real life. This was definitely a dream. I get to the mall and all of a sudden O.G. Gonzalez starts acting strange. I didn't even have a car, and I had to catch several buses to meet him. There was a hotel attached to the mall and a bunch of 5-star restaurants. 

I called his phone several times to let him know that I was there. He picked up and said he'll be there shortly, and that he was busy. I waited and waited. Hours passed. He took so long, that the bus stopped running. I didn't even know how I was going to get back home. By that time, my phone had died and I didn't have a charger. I stopped into one of the restaurants and asked the bartender if I could use their phone. I felt a little embarrassed, but I did what I had to do. I called O.G. Gonzalez again and he started apologizing, telling me that he was too tied up with work, and that he was almost done. He told me that I should go ahead and sit at the restaurant and order something to eat and drink and he'll pay for the tab by the time I'm finished. I said okay and got off the phone.

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I was a bit hungry so I asked the bartender for a menu, but before I ordered, she said something. 

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yes everything is okay, I'm just waiting for my man to show up. I've been waiting for a long time. I usually link up with him every week." I said.

"What? Really? Girl, I don't mean to pry into your personal business, but if you don't mind me asking, who is your man?" Said the bartender.

"Oh, his name is O.G. Gonzalez and I met him a long time ago. We're still together." I said.

"Wait a minute." Said the bartender. "You mean dark skin Gonzalez? The one with the black Lexus?" Said the bartender. She was wearing a name tag that said "Jennifer". 

"Yeah, he's dark skin and he does drive a black Lexus. How do you know?" I asked Jennifer. 

"I've seen you with him before. Haven't you eaten here on a date with him before? I wasn't your waitress last time but I remember your face." She asked.

"Yes. O.G. Gonzalez and I ate here a long time ago." I replied.

"Girl I have something to tell you, and I know it's going to hurt you, but it is my duty as a human being to let you know what's going on. I'll give you a free drink on the house. What would you like?" Jennifer asked.

By this time my stomach started pounding and I knew she didn't have anything good to say. 

"I'll take a quadruple shot of Ciroc. Straight with no chaser. No ice." I said.

I hate when women call me girl, but I was so interested in what she had to say about O.G. Gonzalez that I didn't care. He was my man, and I loved him dearly and he always took good care of me. After she fixed the drink, she sat down right beside me, drinking a glass of water. 

"I saw O.G. Gonzalez come in here earlier today with another woman. She was lightskin, kind of on the thick side. She had long hair, and a skank attitude. She was carrying a Louie Vuitton bag that I assume O.G. Gonzalez brought her because I heard her say "Thanks for the new bag bae!", right before she ordered the most expensive thing on the menu. " Jennifer said.

I was shocked. There was no way he was cheating on me. Hell no. This bitch could be lying or trying to break us up. 

"Really? Are you sure it was him?" I asked, eager to discover if he had been cheating. 

"Yes, I'm 100% sure it was him. There are cameras in this restaurant and I'm pretty sure we have him on camera today with the other woman. His car might be in the mall parking lot, but before you go looking, I have an even better idea." Said Jennifer.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked.

"My mom is a manager at the hotel, and I can get a key to his hotel room so you can go see for yourself." said Jennifer. 

"Wait, how do you know I'm supposed to be meeting him at the hotel?" I asked.

"Come on, I'm not stupid. Word travels fast around here and I even over heard him and the other woman discussing what they were going to do after they got in the room. They said that they were going to take a shower and get in the jacuzzi together while I was serving them their high priced food. They were talking really loud and I overheard their conversation. It's like they wanted everyone in here to know they were in love. They were all over each other and kissing." She said.

"Really? I want to see for myself." I said.

By that time I was really scared and really sick to my stomach. Me and O.G. Gonzalez never used condoms and I even put my mouth on his dick which could've been in a man's ass, and he has the nerve to link up with another woman on the same day as me? And then have the nerve to take her to the same restaurant that me and him always go to, that's sickening. I needed to know the truth.

"Wait right here, I'll go get the master key from my mom." Said Jennifer. 

Jennifer left the restaurant and walked towards the hotel, which was all connected to the mall. I wanted to use the phone to call O.G. Gonzalez again, but I waited. What kind of messy nigga was he? He could've at least went to a different hotel and restaurant. It's like he wanted me to know or something. He could've been more careful. I didn't have a gun and I didn't know what would happen but I decided to go see anyway. A few minutes later, Jennifer came back with the key. What kind of mother does Jennifer have in the first place? Wasn't her mom breaking the policy by telling me what room someone was in? Me and O.G. Gonzalez weren't even married. Obviously her mother wanted to save me really bad. I'm glad she did. Most women wouldn't have said anything to me. They would've just laughed at the fact that I was being cheated on.

"Here's the key." she said. "They're in room 504". 

"Okay thank you. Thank you for warning me. I really appreciate it." I said, as I was getting up to go check for myself. "Before I go, can I use the phone one more time to call him?" 

"I don't think that's a good idea. I think you should just go before he suspects something is up." Jennifer said.

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I left out of the restaurant and walked towards the hotel. I took the elevator to room 504, with my heart pounding every step of the way. I was in so much fear, I didn't even think I could go through with it, but I wanted to know. Was O.G. Gonzalez playing me? Was I not his girlfriend? Was I just another number to him?

I used the key to open the door and I was sickened by what I saw. Gonzalez was having sex with another woman. After he saw my face he pushed the other woman off of him and said "Baby wait, it's not what you think!" A typical phrase most cheaters use when they're caught in the act. I didn't need to see anything else. I had seen all that I needed to see and I saw the woman's Louie Vuitton bag sitting on the nightstand. I rushed out of the hotel and never spoke to O.G. Gonzalez again. 

I had to thumb a ride home because I didn't even have enough money for a cab, which was extremely embarrassing. I was dependent on Gonzalez to drive me home. I eventually changed my number, and I haven't been out on another date ever since. I was so embarrassed and I even started crying, but I eventually got over it. I'm glad I caught the cheater and I'm glad I was able to move on in peace. I was afraid that he would stalk me because he knew where I lived, but he didn't try to hold on to me. He let me go. 

Some women would have went so far as to find out who the other woman was. The woman could've been just another woman or it could've been his wife. Some women would've stalked the woman and investigated the situation further but that's not the type of person I am. It doesn't matter who the woman was, all that mattered was that O.G. Gonzalez was a womanizer and a heartless, careless, negligent, selfish, cheater. 

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After I woke up

After I woke up, I was surprised. I don't even know why I had that dream in the first place. I've never caught a man cheating on me in the flesh, but I have seen text messages being exchanged in a mans phone with another woman before. The dream taught me that a lot of these men are taking these women out to the same spots for date night, and alot of these waitresses, bartenders, and hotel clerks are noticing. Some of these sleezy cheaters are not as low-key as they think they are. 

The dream was a premonition. It was meant to warn me of a bunch of cheating men running the streets before I actually run into them. If this dream had happened in real life, I would've made sure to take a camera and record a quick clip of the two cheaters having sex, and take a few still pictures of them, and pictures of them leaving the hotel before walking a away. Then I would've taken the photos to a witch doctor to put as many evil hexes on them as possible. 

Santa Muerte 

I would've used the sex clip to blackmail the nasty cheating couple. I probably would've sent O.G. Gonzalez a text or phone call demanding money first before exposing them. I probably wouldn't have let the situation go as easily as I did in the dream. If the dream was real life, the outcome would've been more scary. I might even would've tried to physically attack them and I could've caused bodily harm using a number of different deadly weapons. I may would've even vandalized O.G. Gonzalez's car. Just because I was cool, calm, and collected in the dream, doesn't mean I would've been that cool and collected if it had happened in real life. 

I am very single and I am also celibate. I've stated this many times before. I have to say it again. This nightmare dream I had is one of the main reasons I don't date. Being cheated on is disgusting. It doesn't feel good and you never know what type of woman the man is cheating with. She could be incestuous, a child predator, a downlow lesbian, a HIV or herpes patient, a murderer, a serial killer, a narcissist, a thief, a stalker, a flat out nasty, sick, twisted disgusting bitch or all of the above. People sleep around with some of the most disgusting, trifling, dangerous, and deadly people these days. 

It's always important to be careful who you date. Everyone does not have your best interest at heart, even if it seems like they do. It's never okay to settle for someone that mistreats you. The end result could be tragic. 

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