Hypnotist - Hypnocools

Anthony Cools. Anthony fucking Cools. what comes to mind when you hear his name? Hypnotist? Millionaire Matchmaker (that one I just learned about about an hour ago, thanks to a friend of mine)? Paris Hotel and Casino? Ladies Man? how about mother fucker con artist user betrayer cruel fucking bastard.

I have the unfortunate dubious pleasure of knowing him. so here's what happened.

It was in mid September of 2013, not long ago.I was just about the leave Las Vegas after being there for 6 days. I was in town to see a friend of mine, but he got the flu or something and was unable to get together with me. just my luck lol so I was basically on my own the entire trip. so about 2 days before my departure date I got the idea to add Anthony Cools on Facebook. he's a friend of the friend I was trying to meet up with while in town. I had a slight interest in him for a few months, in that I saw his picture come up a couple time in my f\Facebook newsfeed from my friend's postings...tagged pictures I think it was. I didn't know a thing about Cools. all I knew was he was a performer in town. he seemed to look like a good guy to me. so I though "what the hell" so I added him on Facebook while I was in town. the day I left, he started talking to me. I thought to myself "wow that's cool" and I was grinning like a school girl. I messaged him my number and we started texting right when I was getting on the plane back to Minneapolis. I thought I made a nice cool little friend. but little did I know, I had no clue what pain and torture he was setting me up for.

so we hit it off and were texting all the time, all day every single day. the texting got pretty hot and steamy. he started asking me to take....naughty pictures for him. typically I don't do that sort of thing, but I wanted to keep him him and interested. so I did it. then he wanted videos too. so I did those for him as well. I figured, this will tie him over till I get back to Vegas. right from the start, he asked me "when are you coming back?" he asked me everyday. I was touched he wanted to see me so badly. he would beg me to come back to visit him. I wanted to come back the very next day for him, but I was so tapped out on funds because I was just in town. after a couple weeks, I finally was able to go with having just enough for the plane tickets. I was so fucking excited to see him. he was excited to see me also.

so I get into town, I was so damn happy to finally see him and overwhelmed by the lavishness life style he lives. I don't care about wealth, fame, fortune, stature, money, what have you. I'm a very independent person and having no an easy life the past few years, I've come to appreciate the little things. even $10 is a lot to me. anyways back on topic. that night he took me to his show. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know what he did. I loved the show, it was funny. afterwards we went back to his place. I was sooooo excited to spend some alone time with him. so he turns on Hunger Games, then he falls asleep. um....okay. then shortly after it finishes, he wakes up and we go to his bedroom.....and he goes to sleep. I wake up in the morning, he's gone. I went down stars and he was in the kitchen basically dressed. I felt very dissed. I was jetlagged and I was very nervous that night before. but he didn't try one freaking move. what the hell? even in the morning, I thought a little touching at least. nope. not one move. he told me he had to take me back to my hotel because he had some work stuff to do and he would come back for me in 2 hours and we'd have hot kinky fun that night. so that got me happy and excited. so I get to the hotel, I shower change into something cute and sexy, get all done up, and then sat and waited for him. waited. and waited. and waited. and waited. I eventually fell asleep. he finally show up about an hour and a half late. I didn't think much of it, I was just so happy to see him. so I get into the car and he tells me "we need to talk." he was all serious. I was kinda puzzled. he says "I just spoke with my ex girlfriend. she called me. she wants me back and says she's changed. I'm giving it another shot with her. you and I can only be friends now." Hold the phone, what the fuck? he then says that he started talking to her a week and a half after we started up and she knew I was in town. she cheated on him but he apparently loves her and was willing to look past that. yeah it seems a bit fishy to me too people. I was absolutely crushed and hurt beyond belief. that next day I was crying my eyes out on the flight home. even the other passengers around me were staring at me, even though I had my sunglasses on and was night time when the flight landed in Minneapolis.

so about 2 weeks later I sent him a sexy message. he flipped the fuck out. he said that he was in love with her and were moving in together and talking about marriage. um....what kind of idiot moves in with his cheating ex 2 weeks after getting back together and having another girl visiting you who you were supposively very interested in? stupid move. so I don't hear from him for like....at all. cut to this week. it was my birthday last week, which he knew and wanted me to come visit him this month (which we planned the moment I got into town to see him. I was going to try to come back even now to get him back from that evil cheating slut). so I was kinda mad that he didn't even have the nerve to even say Happy Birthday or something. not a single word. but I thought I'd let it go for the sake of trying to keep the friendship going...at least on a positive note. so I send him a message on Facebook, he says the same crap. then yesterday, he has the fucking nerve to say this to me "Fuck off. I'm not interested in you. I'm getting married to the girl I love. Come to Vegas all you want, you won't be seeing me. I've tried to be nice, but you are too stupid to get a hint. So now I'm spelling it out nice and clear. F U C K O F F, I'm not interested in you, never was. Never will be. I'm in love, head over heels, living with my gf and getting married. F U C K O FF!!"

what a piece of shit. not only did he hurt me, but he used me and played me for a fool. the man had the nerve to play with my head and drag me down there just to be played the most cruelest sickest joke (i.e. a sick set up). I myself am pretty down on myself as it is.and for him to do this shit to me....I won't lie, I've been suicidal. I still am. I feel like the most repulsive person on the planet, obviously he makes me want to end my life.what kind of mind fuck is that to make a girl believe that you want her so damn badly, but then say she means nothing to you and it was all a joke when you finally meetup together. the man is a monster! he has no morals, no values, no respect, no remorse. I would've jump through fiery hoops for him. but no, I meant nothing to him. that piece of shit. you don't mess with a girl like that. EVER. especially when he's known as one of Las Vegas' most notorious lades men, how to you think I fucking feel when he bedded so many women, works me up that badly, doesn't even lay a hand on me and takes his cheating slutty ex back and proposes to that cheater. cruel. What, was I not up to your standards Cools? Or was it just a ploy the whole time and looking for someone to use? what a fucked up guy! cruel. heartless. twisted. sick.