A Month in the Big Apple: Love Triangles

I thought my first two weeks in NYC would be about meeting new people, rooftop parties, running in Central Park, and just welcoming this new chapter with peace.

Instead, I found myself in not one, but two love triangles, and somehow, I was the third party in both.

In honor of my one month in the Big Apple, I figured I should share how those first two weeks actually went. But to do that, we have to rewind to March/April 2025.

I met the first guy, we’ll call him Waffles, online. (I know, a modern-day love story.) He lived in New York, and I was in Florida getting ready to move there. I thought, Perfect. Summer boo, secured. Next thing I knew, we went from sleeping on FaceTime every night to being in a full relationship.

Everything was going smoothly until guy number two entered the picture. I will call him Spaghetti. He also lived in New York and slid into my DMs. I was like, OKAYYY LET’S GOOO!!! A Shenseea summer in full effect. What did she say? “Mi a date two people at the same time.”

At this point, I was obsessed with Waffles. He was attractive, and we clicked instantly. But Spaghetti was cool too, more long-term material. As time went on, I gave more attention to Waffles but still talked to Spaghetti every day.

Engaging with both of them daily, I kept battling over who to choose. Then Waffles asked me to be his girlfriend. He had been calling me that already, but I told him, You never actually asked me. The moment he did, I ghosted Spaghetti. Mind you, he had already requested vacation days to fly to Florida to see me.

Waffles and I ended up breaking up for reasons out of our control. So here I was, sad that we could not be together, finally moving to the city, and now without either of my summer boos. Waffles and I were still in contact, though.

The day I moved to New York, Waffles was waiting for me at the airport. We spent the first week and a half going back and forth on whether we should get back together.

Eventually, one night over dinner, he told me he was ready to “lock in.” I was like, LETS GOOOO! We’re making it work this time. Then he dropped a bomb. He had been in contact with his ex-situationship this whole time but still wanted to “lock in” with me.

I laughed right in his face. The audacity. If it was before we were official, fine, after all, I was still talking to Spaghetti and in communication with my own ex. I said yes to the relationship, but in my mind, I was like, Yeah, I’m gonna cheat on you. (Mind you, I am not a cheater, but he came to me with audacity, so I had to show him real audacity.)

The next day, we woke up, spent the day together, and as he was leaving, I got locked out of my apartment. I used his phone to call the super, and that was when I saw a girl with a “unique name” he had mentioned before. She was blowing up his phone. Name noted.

After I got back into my apartment, I went on Instagram and DM’d her. I did not attack her. I just asked if she was seeing him. I only did it because he lied about blocking her. I do not like when people tek me fi eediat, so I had to show him.

She confirmed they were talking and added har likkle comments, so I blocked her. This was purely for my entertainment. I am not arguing with any woman over a man.

Waffles blew up my phone with audacity and madness. Two days later, he tried to slide back into my DMs with a reel. We exchanged words, he blocked me, and that was that.

Now, back to Spaghetti. This man ended up getting back with his ex after I ghosted him. I only found out a few days before the whole Waffles situation. In the middle of a crying session about Waffles (something completely unrelated), she watched my story. At first, I was like, Who is this? Then I put two and two together.

He unfollowed me, removed me as a follower, and reposted a story she had posted of them. I only saw it because I checked on my fake account. It turns out he had muted my real one.

But my thing is, why did he even tell her about me? Like, girly, please. I do not want your man. I literally ghosted him. Oh, and just before that, he had texted me like nothing happened.

I sat in my room and thought to myself, How the HELL did I end up in this situation? Why are these people a drag mi in a dem mix up?

So, moral of the story? I spent my first two weeks in New York caught up in two separate love triangles, as the third party in both.

Definitely not how I expected my NYC debut to go. Like, why am I in y’all’s mix?

Anyway, happy one month in the Big City to me! 🥂