First time poster and just saw this on a group and sounds legit to me!
My time knowing Woo and why his fixation on Giggles makes sense to me (It's a novel, my apologies)
I feel weird writing this out but I was asked about it last week and said I would get around to it. I've had quite a few years to process this weird portion of my life.
Back in October 2012, Woo began commenting on my Facebook photos. Mind you, I am a regular person. Back then, I didn't have any major social media presence and even now I'm very small time compared to him (I've made tens of dollars!). It's for fun/killing time for me.
I was freshly 22 at the time. I was a subscriber to his main youtube channel, and had added him on Facebook because he didn't run a fan page like he does now, he just had a profile you had to either follow or friend request. Eventually this changed and I vaguely remember being part of the reason why it changed, inadvertently.
After interacting via comments, he eventually began DMing me. I was newly single and chatting with him was a nice break from the weird shit I was navigating on OKCupid and POF. Well, it was at first at least.
We exchanged numbers because texting was easier. Things didn't take long to escalate from there and looking back it was very bizarre. He wanted to call me one night, I think this wasn't very long after giving each other phone numbers, and was hoping for phone sex. I was really young still and inexperienced with the world around me generally. I didn't understand what he was wanting me to do, so he simply talked to me asking questions about my body while he took care of himself on the other end of the line. If I was smart that would've been the end of it. Obviously I wasn't and that's why there's more to say.
It began to feel like there was daily requests for nudes, with him intermittently sending some of his own. Looking back, I'm just grateful none of mine were leaked that I'm aware of. It was very haphazard to participate in this. I'm sure he can express something similar because if I were a bad person, I could have easily done something like that with the photos he sent me. There was some level of trust there. It was built on tissue paper, but trust nonetheless.
Plenty of regular conversations everyday, talking about our day or what we are up to. But it did always feel superficial and always felt like a lead up to having me "perform" and send more pics. I'm getting nauseous writing this but I will continue.
Several months go by and he tells me/eventually announces online that he's going to be touring with Guttermouth and that they have two shows planned for my state. Both venues were an hour from me. He really wanted to meet up. And we've already established that I wasn't a very smart 22 year old so, of course.
That night still feels very surreal to me. Not in a cool way, more like a "did you seriously do this" kind of way. I drove to the venue and found him waiting outside for me. He is awkward. I'm sure I was, too. He takes me inside and shows me around a bit, but it's still pretty early. So he wants to go chill at the hotel room. Another wave of nausea but I'm going to press on.
I feel like I've blocked out some of what happened in that hotel room. I don't really remember the lead up to anything. I remember the "main event", but how we got to that is lost in time. I will not get explicit but I will say there was a very alarming insistence on eye contact. I was very inexperienced and just tried to comply, not really understanding it. I still don't. But it stood out and felt worth mentioning.
We went to the venue again afterward and I hung out with him and the band in the green room, where he was given a bit of shit because I was just barely old enough to be there and he was nearing 40. I don't remember saying much myself, I was definitely shy back then.
At some point we take a photo together, and I posted/tagged him in it which he didn't oppose to me doing. Woovians begin descending on the comments, asking who I am and the usual shit they do when he is seen with a woman. I remember replying to someone that we are not a couple which was absolutely true. It was understood between us that there would be no commitment.
The show happens, we go get a donut which exploded all over me. I got cold, he put his jacket on me. We go back to the venue so he can help load up and he kisses me before I drive home. He gave me one of his pairs of the white WDW sunglasses.
I can't remember how long it was after this night that shit started to get messy. But I get a Facebook message from another woman, who also lives in my state. She's saying she saw the photo and is asking if Adam and I slept together. I ignore it, then she adds more info. She says he went to the next show and slept with her, but that he told her he had been celibate for some period of time and was committed to her. That they were talking about "the future". And that now she's worried she's been lied to and she furthermore is worried about STIs if he wasn't being truthful about not sleeping with other women.
I don't know if it was right for me to do, but I was honest with her. If it were me, and I had someone playing things up to me like I was their monogamous LD girlfriend and claiming they were celibate I would want to know the truth. She thanked me for being honest. I don't remember this convo going any further.
Within 10 minutes, Adam blows up my phone. He is furious. In his opinion, it was wrong of me to tell her the truth because it wasn't my business. Maybe it was. Again, 22 and dumb. I did what I felt was right, which was to be honest. Especially when she's concerned for her health and safety. I don't remember a lot of the conversation, just that he was very mad. I think we didn't talk for three days or so after that.
When he begins texting me again, he's still acting a little short with me but for some reason wants to keep this friendship going. The issue is never brought up again. Things progress back to "normal", and nudes exchanging resumes, like this drama hadn't happened at all.
A month later I just kind of stopped responding. I had some serious life stuff going on. We began interacting very sparsely.
He went on tour again around my 23rd birthday and wanted me to come see him again. And the funny thing is that I agreed to it. I drove halfway there, and then text him an excuse and I drove home. I couldn't go through with it.
I think the last time I heard from him was when I went to the dentist and got a text from a number I didn't know. It dried up quickly because I was no longer willing to send photos. I was with someone.
I think that final contact was in late 2015.
He has worked to curate an image online that is as close to squeaky clean as he can get, but he is absolutely entirely sex obsessed. Giggles, regardless of if she's in a relationship or not, is the type of woman who would willingly oblige him without hesitation. So things landing where they are makes a lot of sense to me now.
Looking back I realize how objectified I was in this friendship. It was a little soul sucking. And because I didn't know any better, I normalized, accepted and participated in it. I have regrets. I'm 34 now and have barely spoken of any of this to anyone but my now-husband.