Yellow Catfish
Yellow Catfish
The man who tells me he loves me is saying those same words to someone else. I met him on the internet dating site although I knew it was not right. Misery, company and I did it again. I got hooked by a yellow catfish of a man.
He sent real pictures from a camera for sure. Videos, hangout messages, and phone calls- many times four. I liked the accent in his voice. For once I believed I had made a good choice.
Until he asked for gifts like iTunes gift cards and such; did not waste time telling me how much. The sound of his voice matched that control sound. I was so glad he was not close around.
I felt him hold on trying to get all he can. Trying hard not to make a jealous wish. I realized I was being scammed by a yellow catfish.
I fell for it; I truly did. Even went out and purchased a wig. Took several pictures to his delight. Sent free online photos of couples making out in the
daytime, on the beach, but never at night.
This yellow fellow started to pull away from me. Realizing he was busted, he took longer to respond to my texts you see. Wisdom showed up as a dish saying I should never fantasize a jealous wish and I do not like yellow catfish.
Copyright © Carolyn Palmer | Year Posted 2019
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