Okay friends, I have a story to share that I’ve been holding back for a few years for a variety of reasons. It’s not something that’s easy to talk about, but it’s definitely time to do so.
A few years ago, back when I was still in an open marriage, I got involved with a woman from #MetsTwitter. Over the course of a few months, we would mess around in typical “adult” text form. I’ll spare you the details, but I’m sure you can put the pieces together. It was clear from the beginning. This was just sexual, nothing else.
Over that time, I realized that she was getting too attached, was developing feelings for me and wanted more than to just sext and mess around over FaceTime; etc. I decided I wanted to end that part of the relationship, but of course I didn’t mind just being friends. This was unfortunately, not good enough for her.
Not only was she not happy at my reactions to her compliments after that point, but then she became increasingly angry when she found out that I was still interested in hanging out and hooking up with other girls that just weren’t her. This was around the spring/early summer of 2017.
(Over this time, my wife and I ended our marriage amicably. We’re still good friends, thankfully.)
I genuinely tried to stay friends with this woman, but her anger for not getting the same treatment she had gotten before was obvious. We argued all the time over text and it was just exhausting to talk to her. I again tried to distance myself and she’d pull me back in.
She blamed me for wanting to kill herself and said that I emotionally manipulated her and led her on even though I had been extremely clear throughout every single week and month that what we were doing was purely for fun. It didn’t matter. I stupidly stayed and continued to try to be her friend. I was scared she would do something awful, and I couldn’t live knowing I could’ve done more to help. She told me she was sexually assaulted at her job and I immediately told her to seek help from the police. It was to no avail. Apparently this person was friends with the cops and she didn’t think anything would come of it.
She was also allegedly assaulted at knife point. Her phone was allegedly broken into and hacked multiple times while she was sleeping by a guy that she was seeing at the time. I still don’t know which stories were true, and which were completely made up.
She claimed it had actually been him that had been starting all the fights and arguments we had had and that he was also manipulating her. She sent me — what I now know — were fabricated texts between her and this man where he allegedly admitted he hated me so much that he deliberately tried to screw up our friendship. She’d later confess to a mutual friend of ours that this was completely made up.
I saw right through that last insane lie, and I had had enough. I asked her to leave me alone and to not contact me again. I muted the Twitter DM with her and kept working. Like 15 min later, I come back to an insane amount of unread messages. I estimated there will like 80. That’s when I knew I had to block her on everything.
Over the next 45min — 1 hour I received anywhere between 15–20 calls. I don’t remember the exact number. The first ones came from her directly, but the next ones were from blocked IDs. I had to call T-Mobile and ask them if it was possible to stop calls from blocked IDs from coming in. I don’t know how many more calls would’ve come through if I hadn’t.
I blocked her on every single platform I could think of. And then the messages from people that knew her started coming in on Facebook Messenger. First one friend, then another. Even her mother tried to talk to me. I explained to them that we had a falling out (I didn’t want them to know how bad it really was) and I just no longer wanted to talk to her. I still don’t know to this day if I actually talked to other people or just a bunch of fake accounts pretending to be real people.
Why would I think that? Well…
She then created a couple of new Twitter/Instagram accounts and one was a fun Mets girl that happened to be a therapist. I knew exactly what this was, so of course I followed her back and let her DM me about “advice for running a sports blog.” It was so stupid.
This DM quickly turned into a wannabe therapy session where “MetsChick19” tried to get me to open up about whatever was bothering me at the time. Yeah it was that bad. I blocked that account as well, and tried to move on. Suffice to say, I was freaked out at the lengths she had gone to try to contact me again.
You’d think this is as bad as it’s gonna get right? Not even close. A few days later on August 5th, Amy and I take our first trip to Citi Field together. We’re not dating at the time, but we had been hooking up for a few weeks so why not? We find our seats at the Coca Cola Corner, I look behind me and guess who was there? Yup. My heart sank.
Coincidence or not, I needed to leave that area so Amy and I do our best to sneak out of there and not be seen. We go and meet up with a few friends behind the Big Apple Reserve and again, she was there. My friends knew a little bit of what had been happening, so we leave again except this time I get a text from my buddy telling me he couldn’t see her anymore so she was probably following me and to look out. It was true.
Amy and I ran up escalators, went down through a staircase trying to get some distance. She was relentless, but eventually we lost her. That lasted for all of a half an hour maybe? We didn’t wanna go back to our seats. We didn’t want to go back behind the Big Apple Reserve. We were just watching the game behind some random seats by section 107. She still found me somehow.
After asking to please talk to her and give her another chance, I again walked away asking her to please leave me alone. She thankfully finally did.
To this day, being at Citi Field still creeps me out for this specific reason. I’ve been back there a handful of times to meet up with some friends and I’m constantly looking over my shoulder expecting her to be looking right at me again like that August day.
The threats then came via Twitter that she’d “expose” me if I didn’t stop talking about her and what had happened. Something that aside those closest to me had no idea about. A mutual friend of both of us tried her best to be a mediator for us after all that. She’d eventually become witness to exactly what I had gone through.
Lauren wanted another chance and claimed she could be a different person and would get help. I wanted to be left alone, so I agreed to not talk for a few months and then stupidly see if we could be friends again down the line. I was hoping she would just get bored and never want to talk again. I was wrong.
Fast forward to the winter of 2017, and then early spring of 2018. The deadline came, we tried to be friends again but things never got better. Same bullshit. Claims that people were reaching out to her talking about me for some reason. That she was hearing rumors I was a man-whore. Completely made up shit. Subtweets about my relationship with Amy and how it started in “trashy” circumstances and infidelity then claiming it wasn’t about us. She knew exactly what she was doing to get under our skin. But I still tried to keep the peace with her publicly. It unfortunately kept escalating and got even worse during a vacation that Amy and I took to Miami in early April.
Right before that trip, I decided to step down from Rising Apple and take a break from writing. During that week we were in Miami, we learned that someone had found out where Amy worked and had emailed her boss some screenshots of her tweets. Random shit that didn’t even get her in any trouble, but the intent was clear. That person wanted to get her fired.
Around the same time, FanSided, the company that runs Rising Apple received a complaint against me as well. I’d later find out she had just cropped her responses to times we had either sexted or we were fooling around so it naturally made me look terrible. Amy and I put two and two together and it was clear to us who was behind this when we found out she used the same throwaway email address to message both people.
I took more time to try and figure out if I could prove it was her somehow. Again, we were supposedly trying to be friends this whole time, but everything was so awkward. She wanted to talk on the phone more instead of just direct messages because she felt she could explain herself better there than over text. I agreed because text always ruins things.
In mid-April of 2018, I was able to get her to admit it over the phone (yes, I recorded the call) that it was “a friend” of hers that made the complaints but that she had nothing to do with it. Bullshit, it was her, but at least she admitted to a connection. That’s the first time I went to the police.
By then she had been making up stories for a few weeks about people calling her and telling her that Amy had sent them to tell her off. How the fuck could I prove that wasn’t true? It was purely just done to start shit. She just wanted chaos. Amy never even had her number.
I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t stay “friends” with someone that would do that not only to me but to my now girlfriend and was still making up lies.
May 21st, 2018 I went to the police for the second time when she texted me because I hadn’t texted her or talked to her in a while. That was the catalyst. I told her I found out it was her that was responsible for the emails to Amy’s job and to FanSided. I told her to never contact me and that this time I was going to the police. Her tone quickly changed from asking me to give her a phone call so we could clear everything up to saying she herself was also going to go to the police about everything I had done to her.
She tried to blackmail me and tell me that she had proof that I cheated on Amy. (I sexted and exchanged nudes with a girl in early January of 2018 and Amy knew about it). I blocked her number right then and there at the police station. An officer told me he’d call her and tell me he witnessed the calls and texts she was making and to leave me alone.
I’ve sent and received lots of nudes over the years. I was in an open marriage before and am in an open relationship now. This isn’t new, nor is it something that’s wrong. Every single time it has been consensual, so if anyone actually has a picture of my junk out there, it was an equal, consensual exchange. Anything else is a bold-faced lie.
I never thought that I’d need to keep proof of that. Keeping nudes or sexts has always felt wrong. Revenge porn is fucked up and I’ve always worried about my phone getting hacked or stolen and things being leaked.
Over two and a half years later, and she got rid of this original Twitter account and I came to find out she started a new one which is probably the one most people are familiar with.
I had hoped that maybe this meant she was ready to finally leave me alone but that has not been the case. She has still kept talking shit about me publicly and privately whenever I’m mentioned on Twitter. Her hatred towards me is still there.
She’s naturally become friends with different people and because I’ve kept this all to myself, they don’t know the type of hatred she’s harbored for me all these years. I hope this helps inform some of them and help them analyze her motives going forward.
This brings us to the events of last week. The screenshots of a DM between Nicole and I are pretty public by now and without context (like the messages before/leading up to and between screenshots), I admit it looks bad.
It’s curious though that she kept interacting with me months after the DM, and even insinuated that she’d fold my laundry randomly in exchange for something (who knows what?).
This also isn’t the first time these screenshots have been posted though. The first time was back in December of 2019 when she tweeted them as a way to dunk on me. Her response to why she posted them at the time when she was asked? “Nothing… It’s Twitter.”
Who didn’t think it wasn’t just nothing though? Of course, Lauren. It was the justice I deserved, according to her. And no one (not even the man that allegedly assaulted her, nor the man that held her up at knife point, nor the man that stole her phone, hacked her accounts and talked shit to her friend) deserved it more than me, a guy that just wanted her to leave him alone.
To this day, she has continued to push any fucked up narrative she can think of. This has never been about truth. it’s always been about revenge.
I’ve kept myself from writing this thread for three years because I know this woman needs help, but I needed to defend myself from these attacks. I’m not trying to ruin her life in any way shape or form. I don’t want her to lose her job. I don’t want her to suffer. Trust me, sometimes I wish I could want that.
I just want to be left alone.
I don’t want to have to go to the police again. I don’t want to go to the courts for a restraining order or to try to sue.
I just want to be left alone.
