Last weekend I had a very bizarre interaction with an ex-boyfriend of mine from many years ago. He texted me when I moved back to New York and asked if I wanted to get coffee some time and I said sure. During transitional times in my life, I really like being around people who have known me for a very long time. I find it immensely comforting and grounding. I honestly did not think that there would be anything romantic between us. My type- physically, mentally, in all ways- has changed a lot since I was 21. And I have changed a lot! I don’t think that anyone who was romantically interested in a 21 year old Hannah Thompson would want to date 32 year old Hannah Stella. All of that to say, I wanted to have a coffee with someone who I used to know, I didn’t want anything to happen.
I told you that to tell you this. Because I was in the city over the holiday weekend, I texted this man and asked if he was around for coffee. He responded with about five pages of the most bizarre, emotional, and vaguely mean messages anyone has ever sent me. (I will not post them here but I will tell you he said I am “sex on wheels” and implied that if we had coffee it would ruin his life. He then called me Draco Malfoy (I think? I am not sure what he was getting at) and went on and on about how I like bad boys and he loves to read books. He was also very hung up on the fact that he is a writer and I am a party girl influencer and I will take this petty Betty moment and say that there was one person in that text conversation who makes money writing and that person is me. I am a writer! I was also in a taxi to a nightclub while he and I had this exchange so the jury is out on party girl part. The baddest guy I’ve ever dated got an open container ticket once.)