January 5th, 2010 | Posted by Miss Jia | Posted In Celebrities

Wow!! I KNEW when I opened up the Ask Miss Jia section of the website, the flood gates would go apesh*t but I didn’t know that ANY of it would involve actual celebrities! Please read this guy’s JUICY story! You’re not going to believe it (and YES, I know WHO this person is and WILL reveal it here on MissJia.com). Although it’s a long read, I’m telling you…you guys have GOT to take a moment and read it! Please post your thoughts on the letter I received in my inbox after the break!

This relationship goes back to late 2001. He was a junior football
> player in college in _____. It did not begin as a sexual relationship,
> we actually started as very good friends. He always told me about
> his girlfriends, and would often seek relationship advice. Advice
> came in the form of IM/email and telephone conversations to sending
> money to pay for his dates (i.e. flowers, dinner, hotel rooms,
> etc). In addition I would send him money because, according to him,
> his parents didn’t support him financially, or emotionally as I
> later found out in our relationship. Things didn’t become serious or
> sexual until February 2002. He called 3 days after Valentine’s Day
> to tell me his girlfriend broke up with him. He was devastated and
> heartbroken, and requested I meet him at our mutual location in
> ____________ since it was an equal travel distance for both of us.
>
> We met in ___________ and things were normal as usual; we hung out,
> grabbed drinks, and talked about his ex-girflriend situation. When I
> got back to my hotel room, we just chilled, drank, and talked about
> his ex-girlfriend some more. This time, it was different. He asked
> me to give him a massage, I didn’t ask to do it, and was actually a
> little uncomfortable that he asked because I made it a point to not
> make him feel uncomfortable by being around me. I was and have
> always been a private person, even though we weren’t together like
> that at the time. I knew he was a football player, and being
> platonic friends with a gay man at that time, hell, even now, can
> ruin careers for whatever reason. I didn’t want people to make any
> assumptions of him based on his friendship with me. Up until this
> point, we were NOT lovers. However, this night, a massage, led to
> him taking his shirt off (not at my request), then to more intimate
> affection. It was this night that we first became sexually involved.
> It was very sexual, not just oral. The next day, I woke up on one
> bed and he on the other. I pretended to not know what happened, and
> he replied “you know what happened” as if it wasn’t a big deal. I
> was his first male experience, and that’s where our sexual
> relationship started.
>
> Even after this encounter, our relationship was never strictly
> sexual. We had a quintessential relationship. He told me he loved
> me (something HE started), and we spoke and saw each other
> regularly. We both recognized that our relationship could not be
> known b/c of the obvious stigma, and he was in college, a young
> black male, etc. I am an openly gay man, and never denied my
> sexuality around him, in public or private. By nature I am a private
> and nurturing person, and my concern was protecting him. He often
> vented his frustrations about the situation, but more than anything,
> he felt it wasn’t anybody’s business who he was with.
>
> During our relationship, he had no ambition of becoming a
> professional athlete because he didn’t think he was good enough.
> Like most college students, he was also constantly broke. Only
> unlike most college students, his parents rarely sent him anything.
> I sent him money ALL the time. I sent him money more than anyone,
> accumulating thousands of dollars over a 2-year period. It wasn’t
> until he was named fullback of the year that his status as a
> potential NFL candidate was elevated. He obtained an agent, and
> began attending combines. After confirming that a multi-million
> dollar deal was in the works, he pretty much told me we would have
> to distance ourselves from each other, but that he would take care
> of me as an appreciation for all I had done for him, financially and
> emotionally. It hurt, naturally, but I understood. Even after
> knowing about his deal, I still sent him money. I sent him $600 a
> week before he signed his first contract. Shortly thereafter, our
> communication all but ceased.
>
> I would still send him occasional text/emails or call, with no
> reply. If he didn’t want me to contact him, he would have changed
> his number, but he never did. On or around Thanksgiving 2005, I sent
> him a text wishing him Happy Thanksgiving, and he replied. After 1
> 1/2 years, he replied with a half-ass response, basically saying
> thank you for everything you have done and God will bless you. Was
> he trying to tell me he no longer wanted me, or my lifestyle?
> Whatever it was, it pissed me off and in 2006 when I decided to move
> from NC to NJ, I used all of the frustration I had to contact him
> one last time. Knowing I basically took care of this man during his
> college career, and now he is making millions of dollars every year,
> and can only thank me with a text saying God Bless you as if he
> doesn’t know me? No thanks, I text him that we needed to talk and he
> replied it would have to wait until the season was over.
>
> After the season was over, I told him that I needed help moving and
> he traveled to NC to give me money. It was at this time that we
> began to reconnect emotionally and sexually. He would visit me in NJ
> and on one particular visit in 2006, he told me, in a Newark, NJ
> hotel, that he wanted a relationship with me, a monogamous
> relationship. At this time he did not have a girlfriend, and
> promised he was not seeing anyone else. No matter what he said, I
> always had my suspicions he was seeing women while in a relationship
> with me. Still, like any significant other of a professional
> athlete, I was invited to his games, he would send me money to rent
> cars and drive to his games, reserve a hotel room, and leave tickets
> for me at will-call. I’ve been to his home before. Our privacy was
> more important to me, not him. When we argued, which was alot, it
> was always about his frustrations about my choice to not be
> affectionate or, pretty much myself, around him in public. I always
> explained to him the consequences, no matter how ignorant it was for
> anyone to judge his ability as an athlete based on his sexual
> preference for women or men, or both.
>
> We had a relationship that worked for us, then everything changed in
> the mid to late 2000s. It was at this time, that he started acting weird. Our
> conversations just didn’t seem the same, and he was trying to
> distance himself again. Please keep in mind, we had a relationship,
> everything I knew about him, I knew from him. However, this time was
> different. One day he called to tell me he had really big news and
> said it would be worth my while. His exact words. I didn’t like the
> sound of it, and just felt like something wasn’t right. Trusting him
> as the man I loved, I allowed him to send me money to travel down to
> see him. He wanted to meet at his house, but I didn’t feel right, so
> I demanded we meet in a public place. I pulled up, saw him at a
> table and sat down. He literally looked at me, got up, without
> saying a word, and a man in a suit sat down and slid an envelope to
> me. In a nutshell, this bastard set me up! The man that sat down was
> his lawyer. He basically told me that I should take what’s in the
> envelope and not contact him again. The best part is that this wanna-
> be lawyer said they were keeping the “NFL police” at bay from me.
> What the hell? NFL police? At bay? From me? I was fuming. After all
> I had done for this man, all of the years we spent together,
> emothionally AND sexually, and he is going to try and get rid of me
> as if I am some secret he needs to brush under the rug, some fling
> he had, someone worth only a dollar value to him? I did not make a
> scene, though in hindsight I should have. I never opened the
> envelope, which I am sure enclosed a check for an undisclosed
> amount. I never looked at it. Never wanted to. I walked out and saw
> my former lover get out of his white mercedes benz, shook as hell.
> He knew I didn’t take the money and he just kept saying, what
> happened, what happened. Sad man. I didn’t say a word, I just
> looked at him, the look that says “How dare you? You WILL hear from
> me again. Just not now.”
>
> It wasn’t until I got back home, got my thoughts together and tried
> to figure out why he would be so cruel to me and publicly degrade
> me. Oh, the beauty of the internet. Jackass. He just signed a deal
> with the Atlanta Falcons, totaling over $20 million dollars. That is
> why he tried to write me off. Because of money. I was beyond hurt
> and angry. If it was ever about money with me, I would have made
> that clear, or at least try to contact him again to settle a
> monetary deal to shut me up. But how can it be about money when I
> took care of and loved this man. I am the reason he even had the
> confidence to believe he could be a professional athlete. He dare
> not deny it. No one believed in him, that’s what he told me. Those
> were the type of conversations we had. And our relationship came
> down to a check?
>
>
> Shortly after this incident I became very stressed and hospitalized
> for 2 weeks for high blood pressure and heart failure at 33. I still
> to this day know all that came along because of what he put me
> through and how he completly disrepected our bond. Laying in that
> hospital bed made me see things about him I never thought could be.
> How could someone I loved, and loved me, so much lie to me and set
> me up? Then I knew the old wise tale was true, money is truly the
> root to all evil!
>
> The reason I have decided to come out with this story is because I
> have given him more than enough time to right this wrong. To not
> treat me like a skeleton in his closet, but to speak to me, man to
> man about the situation, and why he turned our relationship into a
> would-be scandal. I am the one who told him my being his lover could
> ruin his career, and I kept our relationship between us because he
> was right, it wasn’t anyone’s business. He is the one doing this to
> his life, not me. He is the one living the extravagent life in
> Atlanta, posing in magazines as one of the most eligible bachelors,
> dating countless women, who can confirm as I know, he has hate
> issues with women. I’m sure any woman he has been with up until this
> point has only been with him for his money, but he doesn’t care
> because it looks “normal.” He promised he would take care of me, but
> only when he was a low-profile athlete. The minute he turned high-
> profile, he let the wrong people get in his ear, people whom he pay
> to protect his image, yet they made the mistake of ruining him by
> trying to hush me with money.
>
> To this day, I have no idea what was in that envelope, but there is
> no amount of money that will heal a scorned heart. And now he needs
> to man up, if he can even call himself that, and stop living a lie.
> I know I was his first male sexual experience, and I believe I am
> the only man he has been with, but he is a known liar, so I can’t
> say I fully believe that myself. The fact remains that we did have a
> sexual relationship. I’m not here to call him, gay, straight, or bi.
> He’s grown and can defend himself, or hire a lawyer to do it for
> him. I don’t have the money or the luxury to do so. I’m here to
> confirm that no one is above being responsible for their actions. No
> amount of money, or publicist, can clean your image up enough so
> that the person you truly are will never see the light of day. My
> story is no secret. For every story written like mine, there are
> thousands unwritten that would read the same, only those took the
> envelope and walked away to let these men continue to live lies. I’m
> not going to be that person anymore. I have a life I need to live
> also, and the only way to bring closure to this situation is to get
> it off my chest. As I stated, I gave him over 2 years to right this
> wrong. He left me no choice, I have to do it my way.
>

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