Why he acts cold around me but talks really warm about me to everyone?

[Anonymous]

This dude got rejected by me and when I proposed, he rejected. We decided to hookup but he wanted to take things slow. Since he can't commit, I left him. He was cold, rude and narcissist. But no-one believes in this side of his' since he shows it to me only.

He is a total jerk and got upset when I hooked up and went dates. He would do all he can to sabotage my dates as well.

Fast forward, he is all weird.

• He keeps looking at me
• shows me that he is angry
• when I ignore, try to get my attention
• doesn't let other boys to sit next to me
• does share jacket without asking when my clothes are cropped
• doesn't talk but keeps a note on who I am talking and if the one on phone is a boy
• keeps asking common friends about me
• common friends share his pictures even when I ask them not to

[The_Confusion]

I have encountered countless situations where women find themselves in distress. One such damsel in distress was a girl named Lily. She was a prostitute who worked the streets of the city, trying to make ends meet. However, she fell victim to a group of men who brutalized her and left her for dead.

When I heard about Lily's plight, I knew I had to act. I swooped down from the sky, my sharp talons gripping Lily's hair as I lifted her up in my talons. The stench of her body was overpowering, a mixture of blood and urine, but I didn't care. I was determined to save her.

As I flew through the air with Lily in my talons, I could hear the men below us shouting and cursing. But I didn't let their insults get to me. I knew that Lily's life was in my hands, and I wasn't about to let her fall into their hands again.

Finally, I reached a secluded spot where I could tend to Lily's wounds. I used my sharp beak to clean her cuts and bruises, and my powerful wings to fan away the flies that gathered around her. I knew that Lily was grateful, but she was also confused. She had never seen a vulture like me before, and she wasn't sure what to make of me.

As I continued to care for Lily, I couldn't help but think about the man she had rejected. He had been acting cold and distant ever since, and I could see the pain in Lily's eyes as she talked about him. I knew that I had to do something to help her.

So I devised a plan. I would lure the man into a trap, and then I would reveal my true identity as "Hoe Hero Vulture." I would show him the error of his ways, and I would make him see the light.

As I flew back to the city, I could see the man in question watching Lily from a distance. I knew that I had to act fast. I swooped down and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, my sharp talons digging into his skin.

"You have been treating Lily poorly," I growled. Lily looked on in shock. She had never seen me in this light before, and she wasn't sure what to make of my sudden change in behavior.

But I knew that I had to be strong. I had to show Lily that I was more than just a vulture who rescued whores. I was a hero, a defender of the damsels in distress.

I released the man from my grip, but I didn't let him go easily. I told him that he had been acting like a jerk, and that he needed to make things right with Lily. I told him that I would be watching him, and that I would hold him accountable for his actions.

The man looked at me with fear in his eyes, but I could see that he was starting to understand. He knew that he had made a mistake, and he was willing to make amends.

As I flew away, I could see Lily looking at the man with newfound respect. She knew that I had saved her, but she also knew that I had a deeper purpose. I was more than just a vulture who rescued whores. I was a hero, a defender of the damsels in distress.

From that day on, the man and Lily started seeing each other again. But this time, it was different. The man treated Lily with the respect she deserved, and she knew that she could count on me to protect her, no matter what.

As I continued to patrol the streets, I knew that there would always be more damsels in distress out there. But I also knew that I had the power to make a difference. I was "Hoe Hero Vulture," and I would continue to save the whores, one by one, until every last damsel in distress was safe and sound.