I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
The first one some of you may have actually seen. Basically 1st year of college, some guy in my dorm decides it would be a cool thing to videotape himself having sex with a prostitute. Naturally, this video gets leaked all over campus (and onto the 'net). The video itself was fairly boring. Except at the end of it, he asks her if she wants to eat at the campus cafeteria and she shoots him down. The video should still be somewhere out there.
Second one is more recent, but apparently some high school friend I haven't talked to since suddenly friends me out of the blue on Facebook. The reason he opened a FB account? So he could profess his continued undying love to his ex who just dumped him, and he wanted the support of his friends. So for the next month or two he's spamming his FB status with creepy updates about how he still loves her, he's sad, he's waiting outside her house, running after her, etc. He even put in his profile he didn't want criticisms just support, so I just ignored him. Thank god he finally gave up and deleted his account.
I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
No, I think what makes you trip when reading it is you mention you just broke up with a girl and then you don't mention that the stripper was a guy until the second paragraph.
I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
Nope, I just inferred from where you said your date had an ex-boyfriend. Sorry man.
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I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
No, I think what makes you trip when reading it is you mention you just broke up with a girl and then you don't mention that the stripper was a guy until the second paragraph.
I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
Strippers be crazy... no matter what they have between their legs.
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I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
Strippers be crazy... no matter what they have between their legs.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
Strippers be crazy... no matter what they have between their legs.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
Didn't someone on these forums actually have that story?
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I was confused by the pronoun switch too; was your stripper a man/woman/both?
He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
No, I think what makes you trip when reading it is you mention you just broke up with a girl and then you don't mention that the stripper was a guy until the second paragraph.
Second one is more recent, but apparently some high school friend I haven't talked to since suddenly friends me out of the blue on Facebook. The reason he opened a FB account? So he could profess his continued undying love to his ex who just dumped him, and he wanted the support of his friends. So for the next month or two he's spamming his FB status with creepy updates about how he still loves her, he's sad, he's waiting outside her house, running after her, etc. He even put in his profile he didn't want criticisms just support, so I just ignored him. Thank god he finally gave up and deleted his account.
This is what my fiancee's ex does.
The few times I've confronted him about it, he always says that it's not about her when it obviously is.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
Didn't someone on these forums actually have that story?
I know someone who stripped to put herself through the MCDB(Micro Cellular and Developmental Biology) degree at my school. Let me tell you that is one of the hardest science majors here.
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PasserbyeI am much older than you.in Beach CityRegistered Userregular
What does it mean to find crazy to be sexy? I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it.
Sadly I have no crazy stories to tell. Remarkably boring on my end of life.
The right amount of crazy can make someone interesting, exciting, and unpredictable. So long as they're not -dangerous- crazy or -obnoxious- crazy.
A girl who flashes people on rollar coasters or who will get you up at 4AM to do pottery or who paints murals on the wall of her room and then covers it up with normal paint just to confuse who ever tears the wall down forty years in the future can be the sexy kind of crazy.
Melodramatic psychobitches are not sexy.
The whole painting over murals bit? I got dumped by someone for doing things like that.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
Didn't someone on these forums actually have that story?
I know someone who stripped to put herself through the MCDB(Micro Cellular and Developmental Biology) degree at my school. Let me tell you that is one of the hardest science majors here.
But the key point here is...was she crazy or normal? I've met smart strippers. But sane strippers not so much?
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PasserbyeI am much older than you.in Beach CityRegistered Userregular
The whole painting over murals bit? I got dumped by someone for doing things like that.
On the other hand, you thereby escaped a boring person.
She actually wasn't too boring. I think she was more jealous than anything else. I know that sounds kinda catty, I don't mean it that way. She had some insecurity issues and being with a more skilled person (not that I'm a genius or anything, I just had more training than she did) was too much for her. It's a pity, because while I had more skill, she had more natural talent, she'd've made a great artist. For all I know, she may well be one by now.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
Didn't someone on these forums actually have that story?
I know someone who stripped to put herself through the MCDB(Micro Cellular and Developmental Biology) degree at my school. Let me tell you that is one of the hardest science majors here.
Someone could conceivably start out stripping perfectly sane and go crazy because of all the creepy/crazy/disturbing shit that comes with being a stripper.
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I don't know... I had one stripper friend that I probably could have dated but didn't. She didn't seem crazy. I mean she never left the house of Valentine's Day because early in her life she had gotten into a couple of serious car wrecks (like one gave her a plate in her head, the other a set of surgical pins in her wrist) on Feb 14th a couple of years in a row. If something like that happened to me, I'd probably do something similar.
Wait... yeah, she had the crazy family life as well. And if we had dated it probably would have been brought to the fore and then I would have had some stories to tell. But I don't think I could have dated a stripper while stationed overseas. You know how in pretty much every strip club here you have to basically sit on your hands, and if you even think about touching the girls, you're thrown out?
Yeah, didn't have that problem in Guam. Hell, they were part stripper, part prostitute. I don't mind the former, but the later...
I guess I have a story...I posted it here the first time I came to the PA forums in the bitching forum but I didn't go into massive amount of details. There is obviously crazy on both sides, but it's still entertaining none the less.
So I'm in 9th grade and I meet this nice 10th grade guy named "Jack" who upon meeting him something in my head screamed "GAY". It wasn't obvious or anything, it just came to me in some kind of weird epiphany or something while talking to him even though he was talking about chicks. Anyways, as the year goes on we're in Biology together and we're becoming great friends. My friend "Angie" notices that Jack likes me but I don't believe her. She's hell bent on setting us up though which. Angie is a nice girl, and she was right Jack liked me. I was pretty confident in her gut instincts till she said I was bisexual and was 100% positive she was correct (she later came out of the closet...). Anyways, Jack's friend "Frankie" met me before he left Japan, because Jack told Frankie he liked me and Frankie wanted to make sure I was a nice girl.
Anyways, summer comes, Frankie and Angie are totally pressing me to date Jack. Jack tells me he likes me and I begin to date him because of peer pressure and I never had anyone like me before so it was an opportunity I told myself and ignored my initial gut instinct that he was gay. During our relationship (I'm a Sophmore and he is a Junior during our relationship) he:
- Pressured me to tell him I loved him (I wasn't liking him that much but he got sad when I didn't so I did to make him feel better)
- Mocked women with breast cancer when I told him my mom might have it (he said they complained too much about having it and was not there for me at all)
- Forgot my birthday (my sweet 16)
- Said that if I was more feminine more guys would like me and that I should be more girly
- Compared me to his ex-girlfriend he apparently was still in love with and said that I reminded him of her which is why he liked me so much
- Invited me to prom only to break up with me a week before prom because he said his parents were racists and suddenly had a problem with him dating me (He's Filipino/Japanese and I'm Black/Puerto Rican/Native American).
So, we break up, and he starts dating my friend "Veronica"'s ex-boyfriend "Jed" His senior year and my junior year. I'm devastated though I should've seen it coming. I was accepting of it at first but then I found I wasn't so comfortable with the idea because I still liked Jack despite his dick ways. I write on a remote site about my problems that no one else has access to but some friends in America (I was in Japan at the time). Jack finds it, sends it to Jed, Jed and Jack begin to leave anonymous comments on there saying that I'm giving away their secret love relationship, Jack is telling me in the future we could get back together, I become depressed and get help from the on base psychiatrist and they're angry at me for getting help for my problems because it threatens their budding romance. Only my two friends knew about what was going on at the time because Veronica found out and was angry as well and told them. Jed's friend starts spreading around the news and despite my hating them I tried to help them but they thought it was me.
This all ends when I find Jed's phone number, call his house and verbally rip him a new one telling him that if he and Jack were to ever try to push me around again I was going to blow the story. However, at this point I was pissed and just did it anyways. Jed ended up breaking up with Jack because he wanted to expand his horizons in college. Jack is heartbroken and emotionally manipulates Jed into going back out with him, Jack continued to stalk me on myspace (for some strange reason) and I ended up dating Frankie.
Haven't heard from Jed or Jack since 2005. I prefer to keep it this way.
I guess I have a story...I posted it here the first time I came to the PA forums in the bitching forum but I didn't go into massive amount of details. There is obviously crazy on both sides, but it's still entertaining none the less.
So I'm in 9th grade and I meet this nice 10th grade guy named "Jack" who upon meeting him something in my head screamed "GAY". It wasn't obvious or anything, it just came to me in some kind of weird epiphany or something while talking to him even though he was talking about chicks. Anyways, as the year goes on we're in Biology together and we're becoming great friends. My friend "Angie" notices that Jack likes me but I don't believe her. She's hell bent on setting us up though which. Angie is a nice girl, and she was right Jack liked me. I was pretty confident in her gut instincts till she said I was bisexual and was 100% positive she was correct (she later came out of the closet...). Anyways, Jack's friend "Frankie" met me before he left Japan, because Jack told Frankie he liked me and Frankie wanted to make sure I was a nice girl.
Anyways, summer comes, Frankie and Angie are totally pressing me to date Jack. Jack tells me he likes me and I begin to date him because of peer pressure and I never had anyone like me before so it was an opportunity I told myself and ignored my initial gut instinct that he was gay. During our relationship (I'm a Sophmore and he is a Junior during our relationship) he:
- Pressured me to tell him I loved him (I wasn't liking him that much but he got sad when I didn't so I did to make him feel better)
- Mocked women with breast cancer when I told him my mom might have it (he said they complained too much about having it and was not there for me at all)
- Forgot my birthday (my sweet 16)
- Said that if I was more feminine more guys would like me and that I should be more girly
- Compared me to his ex-girlfriend he apparently was still in love with and said that I reminded him of her which is why he liked me so much
- Invited me to prom only to break up with me a week before prom because he said his parents were racists and suddenly had a problem with him dating me (He's Filipino/Japanese and I'm Black/Puerto Rican/Native American).
So, we break up, and he starts dating my friend "Veronica"'s ex-boyfriend "Jed" His senior year and my junior year. I'm devastated though I should've seen it coming. I was accepting of it at first but then I found I wasn't so comfortable with the idea because I still liked Jack despite his dick ways. I write on a remote site about my problems that no one else has access to but some friends in America (I was in Japan at the time). Jack finds it, sends it to Jed, Jed and Jack begin to leave anonymous comments on there saying that I'm giving away their secret love relationship, Jack is telling me in the future we could get back together, I become depressed and get help from the on base psychiatrist and they're angry at me for getting help for my problems because it threatens their budding romance. Only my two friends knew about what was going on at the time because Veronica found out and was angry as well and told them. Jed's friend starts spreading around the news and despite my hating them I tried to help them but they thought it was me.
This all ends when I find Jed's phone number, call his house and verbally rip him a new one telling him that if he and Jack were to ever try to push me around again I was going to blow the story. However, at this point I was pissed and just did it anyways. Jed ended up breaking up with Jack because he wanted to expand his horizons in college. Jack is heartbroken and emotionally manipulates Jed into going back out with him, Jack continued to stalk me on myspace (for some strange reason) and I ended up dating Frankie.
Haven't heard from Jed or Jack since 2005. I prefer to keep it this way.
That breast cancer/online shit was pretty fucked up. What a douche.
As some people have pointed out, there are always warning signs for a bad relationship. Scarring on the arms, controlling behavior, etc. But there is always one massive red flag that should never be avoided.
Story three: In which our hero dates a stripper.
I was in college then. I had just been dumped by the very nice girl with the psycho dad from my second set of stories. So I accepted a set up from a friend and we go out. Very traditional first date, dinner and a movie. We discussed what we did for a living, I worked in a bookstore and the person I was set up with was a stripper. Now alarm bells are going off in my head, warning sirens are sounding and my inner voice is screaming to run. But the set up seemed nice enough, hadn't done anything and maybe they were just putting themselves through school. I mean I shouldn't judge someone based on a stereotype. So I didn't bolt. And me not bolting was enough of a trigger to cause the set up to really open up.
The set up told me that they were a practicing wiccian. Okay, not a big deal. I work with some at the bookstore and I've learned to just never discuss religion with them. Then the set up begins to talk about all of the annoyances in their life because of the restraining order taken out on them by an ex-boyfriend. And this is the point in which I decide that the movie is out. We're walking in the parking lot and doing my best to be graceful, but it's going over like a lead balloon. He beings to scream at me which draws the attention of a near by cop. The cop heads over to see what's up but before he can say a word, my date goes nuts on him.
The cop beats the living shit out of him. We all end up going down to the station in separate cars and I had to sign a statement saying that the officer in question hadn't provoked my date.
Wait, I don't think I understand. You changed the pronouns more than once. Is this one singular story? Did you change the pronouns for ease of reading?
edit: Oh wait, I guess you never said it was a man until later in the story. Silly, closeminded me.
So, you see this is the deal. this guy (Ken was his name... though he had another name like gleepdoglurp or something to that effect), managed to buffalo a group of women, aged 18-35, into believing he was an alien who possesed the body of poor ken, and was using him as a vessel to impart mysteries of the universe to them. these women were all given a choice. Many years of hard study, meditation, and prayer to reach a level at which they could ascend from the planet.... or a few years of good deep dicking. they apparently all chose the latter. This sex cult of his ALSO mowed his lawn, cleaned his house, and paid his bills, as he "didn't understand the world that he has been placed on." So, they would rotate shifts of time with him... go to his house for an after noon or an evening... sometimes the whole group would show up, smoke pot, and have an orgy. I knew none of this because it fell in line with all of her other new-age activities that she would go to one of the friends' houses and do their thing. But needless to say, that dude is the worlds greatest scam artist, and he has been riding my now ex-girlfriend for all it was worth. The relationship ended on the spot.
Can you elaborate on this guy? Do you know more about his crazy batshit antics, because this is absolutely astounding. How dumb as shit was your girlfriend? I mean, you had to know she was a dumb cunt before this happened right?
Someone could conceivably start out stripping perfectly sane and go crazy because of all the creepy/crazy/disturbing shit that comes with being a stripper.
I'm pretty sure it's possible that a dog that's been trained to be in dogfights could be a great family pet, but it ain't coming in my house.
IYou know how in pretty much every strip club here you have to basically sit on your hands, and if you even think about touching the girls, you're thrown out?
Yeah, didn't have that problem in Guam. Hell, they were part stripper, part prostitute. I don't mind the former, but the later...
Come to Houston. Or Tampa. 3 foot rule only exists while the cops are raiding the place.
Someone could conceivably start out stripping perfectly sane and go crazy because of all the creepy/crazy/disturbing shit that comes with being a stripper.
I'm pretty sure it's possible that a dog that's been trained to be in dogfights could be a great family pet, but it ain't coming in my house.
This is a long one. And looking back, its such a fucking train wreck you can't believe it. What in the world was I thinking.
So I meet this girl at a birthday party. By the end of the night she's in my lap. Off to a good start right? Next weekend she's staying the night at my place, and we're dating. Not 2 days later, she dumps me via txt message, and I find out later is dating some other guy.
Case closed right? No, like an idiot, after 2 weeks that guy dumps her and I take her back. My rational being, shit, it was only 2 days, we had a few good weekends. Nothing my feelings got hurt over, and we all play the field.
1) Then the temper tantrums start. If I ever declined to do a single thing she wanted to do, there would be hell to pay for days. Constant screaming, yelling, throwing things, hitting and kicking me (which I never responded to in kind).
2) And the controlling behavior. If I ever did anything without her, with the guys, she'd flip her shit. Even if it was something she didn't want to do in the first place. her friend had been trying to get her to go rock climbing for ages, always declined cause it wasn't something she wanted to do. I go rock climbing with my friends and she filps her shit so hard she speeds off and wrecks her car. I'd wanted to go see Drag Me To Hell, she didn't, I go see it with my friend, she filps her shit so hard she's screaming at me on the phone for 3 days straight because I saw it without her. She's refuse to ever do anything I wanted, and when I'd do it without her, we go back to part one, the temper tantrums.
3) And the constant insults. I'm 6', 190 lbs. I work out like a beast. An hour or two every day. Often as much at 15 hours a week. Mountain biking, rock climbing, martial arts, weight lifting, occasional running. I do it all. I'm in shape. But this woman would find any scrap of fat she could on me and insult me over it. Constantly brow beating me about how I was letting myself go. She actually pinched one of my miniscule love handles one day and said "This is why we don't have sex".
4) And the spending of all my money. I had to put her on a $100/week allowance with MY money! No we weren't married. No we weren't living together. But I made all the money since she was dicking around in grad school forever so I ended up paying for everything she wanted to do. Go back to part 2 about how she never did anything I wanted. And part 1 about what happens if I didn't do what she wanted. This meant half the time I'd end up with an enormous she-bitch on my hands just because I couldn't afford to take her somewhere.
5) And the sex completely dried up. My every attempt to have sex with her after the first month usually just turned into her insulting me. See part 4. Every time I'd try to explain to her that I'm really not feeling too secure in the relationship, or very desired, as a result of the complete and utter lack of sex, she would literally start screaming at me, yelling over me, even as I was trying to explain to her in a manner as calm as I can how I felt about the matter.
Looking back, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. Actually I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking "All women are crazy anyways. If it's not this psychobitch making me miserable it'd be another." So I guess it is true what they say about low expectations being a self fulfilling prophecy.
This is a long one. And looking back, its such a fucking train wreck you can't believe it. What in the world was I thinking.
So I meet this girl at a birthday party. By the end of the night she's in my lap. Off to a good start right? Next weekend she's staying the night at my place, and we're dating. Not 2 days later, she dumps me via txt message, and I find out later is dating some other guy.
Case closed right? No, like an idiot, after 2 weeks that guy dumps her and I take her back. My rational being, shit, it was only 2 days, we had a few good weekends. Nothing my feelings got hurt over, and we all play the field.
1) Then the temper tantrums start. If I ever declined to do a single thing she wanted to do, there would be hell to pay for days. Constant screaming, yelling, throwing things, hitting and kicking me (which I never responded to in kind).
2) And the controlling behavior. If I ever did anything without her, with the guys, she'd flip her shit. Even if it was something she didn't want to do in the first place. her friend had been trying to get her to go rock climbing for ages, always declined cause it wasn't something she wanted to do. I go rock climbing with my friends and she filps her shit so hard she speeds off and wrecks her car. I'd wanted to go see Drag Me To Hell, she didn't, I go see it with my friend, she filps her shit so hard she's screaming at me on the phone for 3 days straight because I saw it without her. She's refuse to ever do anything I wanted, and when I'd do it without her, we go back to part one, the temper tantrums.
3) And the constant insults. I'm 6', 190 lbs. I work out like a beast. An hour or two every day. Often as much at 15 hours a week. Mountain biking, rock climbing, martial arts, weight lifting, occasional running. I do it all. I'm in shape. But this woman would find any scrap of fat she could on me and insult me over it. Constantly brow beating me about how I was letting myself go. She actually pinched one of my miniscule love handles one day and said "This is why we don't have sex".
4) And the spending of all my money. I had to put her on a $100/week allowance with MY money! No we weren't married. No we weren't living together. But I made all the money since she was dicking around in grad school forever so I ended up paying for everything she wanted to do. Go back to part 2 about how she never did anything I wanted. And part 1 about what happens if I didn't do what she wanted. This meant half the time I'd end up with an enormous she-bitch on my hands just because I couldn't afford to take her somewhere.
5) And the sex completely dried up. My every attempt to have sex with her after the first month usually just turned into her insulting me. See part 4. Every time I'd try to explain to her that I'm really not feeling too secure in the relationship, or very desired, as a result of the complete and utter lack of sex, she would literally start screaming at me, yelling over me, even as I was trying to explain to her in a manner as calm as I can how I felt about the matter.
Looking back, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. Actually I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking "All women are crazy anyways. If it's not this psychobitch making me miserable it'd be another." So I guess it is true what they say about low expectations being a self fulfilling prophecy.
This is a long one. And looking back, its such a fucking train wreck you can't believe it. What in the world was I thinking.
So I meet this girl at a birthday party. By the end of the night she's in my lap. Off to a good start right? Next weekend she's staying the night at my place, and we're dating. Not 2 days later, she dumps me via txt message, and I find out later is dating some other guy.
Case closed right? No, like an idiot, after 2 weeks that guy dumps her and I take her back. My rational being, shit, it was only 2 days, we had a few good weekends. Nothing my feelings got hurt over, and we all play the field.
1) Then the temper tantrums start. If I ever declined to do a single thing she wanted to do, there would be hell to pay for days. Constant screaming, yelling, throwing things, hitting and kicking me (which I never responded to in kind).
2) And the controlling behavior. If I ever did anything without her, with the guys, she'd flip her shit. Even if it was something she didn't want to do in the first place. her friend had been trying to get her to go rock climbing for ages, always declined cause it wasn't something she wanted to do. I go rock climbing with my friends and she filps her shit so hard she speeds off and wrecks her car. I'd wanted to go see Drag Me To Hell, she didn't, I go see it with my friend, she filps her shit so hard she's screaming at me on the phone for 3 days straight because I saw it without her. She's refuse to ever do anything I wanted, and when I'd do it without her, we go back to part one, the temper tantrums.
3) And the constant insults. I'm 6', 190 lbs. I work out like a beast. An hour or two every day. Often as much at 15 hours a week. Mountain biking, rock climbing, martial arts, weight lifting, occasional running. I do it all. I'm in shape. But this woman would find any scrap of fat she could on me and insult me over it. Constantly brow beating me about how I was letting myself go. She actually pinched one of my miniscule love handles one day and said "This is why we don't have sex".
4) And the spending of all my money. I had to put her on a $100/week allowance with MY money! No we weren't married. No we weren't living together. But I made all the money since she was dicking around in grad school forever so I ended up paying for everything she wanted to do. Go back to part 2 about how she never did anything I wanted. And part 1 about what happens if I didn't do what she wanted. This meant half the time I'd end up with an enormous she-bitch on my hands just because I couldn't afford to take her somewhere.
5) And the sex completely dried up. My every attempt to have sex with her after the first month usually just turned into her insulting me. See part 4. Every time I'd try to explain to her that I'm really not feeling too secure in the relationship, or very desired, as a result of the complete and utter lack of sex, she would literally start screaming at me, yelling over me, even as I was trying to explain to her in a manner as calm as I can how I felt about the matter.
Looking back, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. Actually I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking "All women are crazy anyways. If it's not this psychobitch making me miserable it'd be another." So I guess it is true what they say about low expectations being a self fulfilling prophecy.
Was she at least hot or did you get double whammied with a bushpig and a screaming psychotic person?
I dated her 10 months for some bizarre reason (all the insults made me think I couldn't do better?) and no, she wasn't that good looking either. I thought she looked fine myself, but maybe she grew on me. Most of my friends thought she looked like ass.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
Didn't someone on these forums actually have that story?
I know someone who stripped to put herself through the MCDB(Micro Cellular and Developmental Biology) degree at my school. Let me tell you that is one of the hardest science majors here.
But the key point here is...was she crazy or normal? I've met smart strippers. But sane strippers not so much?
She didn't seem insane but I didn't try and date her.
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My wife and i had roomate at our old house for a time. He had a girlfriend who we had never met, but every time she ever came up in conversation our roomate would get this sort of haunted expression on his face. We pestered him enough that he invited her on a double date sort of thing. Just kind of hanging out cooking a simple meal drinking some wine, watching a movie. Well she got HAMMERED, and proceeded to hit on me... mercilessly, my wife seemed oddly amused and my roomate seemed resigned. After essentially hiding underneath my wife while watching a movie i think she figured out it was time to back off and be crazy in a different way. She started "quietly" arguing with our roomate through the entire movie. I put quietly in quotes because she did it in an honest to god stage whisper, I could have heard her two rooms away. Well finally she left, we apologized to our roomate for even bringing up the idea. A couple days later she showed up on a wednsday, and didn't leave until saturday morning. The next week she was there on tuesday and didn't leave until sunday night. She showed back up again the next tuesday and i had had enough, i told her, only half jokingly, that she needed to either start opaying rent or stop hanging out here so much. She flipped the fuck out, and broke up with our roomate over the course of the next two hours while my wife and i watched from the couch. I have never heard a woman insult a dude in more interesting ways than this girl. She chewed him up and spat him out then took a dump on the remains, and he silently took it. After she left, proclaiming she hated all of us and never wanted to see any of our "faggot ass fucktard dipshit faces again" our roomate turned to me and thanked me sincerely.
Okay, so I've been following this thread from the start and read some horrible and some quite harrowing tales of people dating crazy people. I was thinking to myself 'have I ever dated a crazy person?' The suddenly I realised... why yes, yes I have. And by golly was he a crazy one! Also, this is super long so spoilered, as is the TL;DR, so if you want to read the long bit you're not spoiling it for yourself. The main story is super long though, you have been warned!
Now this all starts when I was 16, just starting sixth form. I'd known I was gay for a few years, and I'd recentley told my friends and my mum, and they were all cool with it. Big weight off my shoulders, all that stuff. Next on my list now I knew I had the support of the people I loved was to start dating. The trouble was that the only other person I knew to be gay at the time was a good friend from a previous school (I told him I was gay... a week later he told me he was), and that was it. So being 16 and unable to go to bars and such I decided to look online for a date. I posted an ad on a dating website that was meant for over 18's, and waiting. Turns out I didn't have to wait too long, as a few days later I got a message from someone. I was over the moon!
I started chatting to this guy, and he seemed like a cool guy. If I am remembering right (this all happened close to a decade ago now, so my memory fails me on some of the details) he told me he was in his early twenties, so I thought fair enough. We started chatting on the phone after a while, about all sorts of things, and were getting on great. To be honest though, at 16 and knowing only one other gay person, I think it was just great to be able to chat to someone who was also gay, and seemed to like me in more than a friendly way.
It wasn't too long before we decided to meet up, and being the cautious guy I am, I asked him to come to my town (he lived in Manchester, I lived in Lincoln, about a 3 hour train journey from him) so that we could go out on familiar territory and in public. I told my mum and my friends aswell, because I had heard some horror stories about online dating, so I wanted to be super safe. Now, I had never seen a picture of this guy. All I knew about his physical appearance is that he was Indian. So I go to the train station and wait for him to arrive... and off the train steps this guy. My first impression? Obviously not in his early twenties.
No no, he wasn't like 50 or anything, but there WAS a significant age gap. He admitted to me that he was in fact 27, almost 28, so a good 11 years my senior. At the time this didn't bother me, as again I was starved for attention and hadn't had much contact with other gay people. I took the news in my stride, and we went out on a date. That night, to my suprise I had my first kiss in the back seat of a cinema (which also freaked me out cos I was so worried someone might see and go nuts... ah those days of believing EVERYONE was homophobic). It was generally a good evening, and he was a gentleman. He left, and we continued to chat on the phone, and started to arrange and go on more dates. I eventually even went over to Manchester and stayed overnight in his flat. Time passed, we continued to see each other, and things got serious.
I went to his every weekend if I could, I got a job to pay for train fare and other stuff (though eventually he started putting money in my account to help me with the travelling), we exchanged I love yous after a couple of months, and in my eyes everything was great. This was going to be the guy for me. We would be together forever, I would move in after sixth form and get a job in Manchester, etc, etc.
So where's the crazy, I hear you cry? Apart from me being crazy to go out with someone so much older, and him to go out with someone so much younger, all seems good, right? Well........
During our relationship he did some creepy stuff. What I remember most was that he'd like to bring up stuff about my life that I wasn't too keen on chatting about. We'd be laid in bed talking, and he'd bring up this stuff that I'd talked with him about before... but he'd really push it, and pretty much make me cry. I made it clear I didn't want to talk about it, that it was uncomfortable to talk about it a lot, but he would keep on asking and pressuring. I didn't like it.
Again, doesn't seem like a lot, right? I'm getting to the real crazy, bear with me.
So after 9 months of being together, I went on holiday with my family to Portugal. While there I had some time to think about things, about how I was dating a guy 11 years older than me, I was only 17 (it had just been my birthday at that point, he was 28 then) and maybe was a bit young to be settling down, he was a bit creepy and pushy, and I also started to doubt that I actually loved him. After all, I had no idea what love really was... was I sure that was what I was feeling? All this leads me to the decision that I should break up with him.
So when I got home I made the very poor decision to call him up and dump him over the phone. Afterall, he did live very far away. So I did just that. Of course he was devestated, he cried, he asked me to reconsider, etc. I told him my reasons, and that I would still like to be friends. After a while he seemed pretty understanding, and we did continue to chat a whole lot on the phone. And here is where the real crazy begins.
September 11th 2001. I got home from sixth form that day to witness the events unfolding on TV. I was shocked, upset, all of the stuff people felt that day. What I didn't expect was to get a call that evening from my ex. You can guess where he said he was. Yes, he claimed to be in New York. He claimed to have been stood right next to the towers when the planes hit. He claimed to have been hit by falling debris, and was now on the phone to me while stumbling around New York City, finding his way to a hospital. I could hear people in the background, but no sirens, no shouts or cries. Just sounded like he was in any normal street. At the time I was hooked in right away, I believed him. He had to go eventuall when he found a hospital, but later called me back, from his mobile, whilst still inside the hospital, once the nurse had seen him. We chatted a while, I was worried but thought he would be okay. We said goodbye, and that was that for the night.
The next day, someone logs onto MSN with my ex's account. I say, hi, wondering who it is as my ex was meant to be in New York (to this day I have no idea what he was meant to be doing in New York... but since it was all make-believe, he didn't really need to explain). This person told me they were a friend of my ex, and had come online to tell me that he had gone into a coma. I was shocked, distressed... how could this have happened? A day or so later, the same person came back on to his MSN account and announced something even more shocking.
My ex had died.
Well, this was just too much. I was heart-broken. I cried like crazy, I couldn't believe it. Well, I didn't have long for it to sink in. I think later that evening I got a call. Someone made some noises down the phone to me, grunts. It was my ex. Basically, from what I 'gathered' from asking questions and him grunting responses, he had died for several minutes, but had been brought back to life! He was now unable to speak properly, and had to have the nurse dial the phone for him. I never actually got to speak to that nurse... you know, because she didn't exist!!!
We continue 'talking' for several days, he regains speech, I decide to take him back one day, because I felt so bad, but the next day I decided against it. So anyway, that fiasco finishes, and he comes back home and we continue to chat on the phone. I come to realise that my ex had made up everything about 9/11 (though I don't confess this knowledge to him at the time), and I decide I don't really want to be friends with him anymore. He seems to take this well enough... and then takes the opportunity to tell me something, something he's been wanting to tell me for a while. Now, this is a good fews months after I broke up with him. He's now straight. In fact, he has a girlfriend! Wow, I think. What a load of bullshit.
This is confirmed to me by him calling several months later (about 5 or 6) to inform me he is now MARRIED and had TWINS! No names were given, no mention of when they were born or conceived, nothing. After that, we pretty much stop talking.
During all this, between the 9/11 incident and him revealing he is now a straight man with a wife and children, someone claiming to be my ex's friend, using his MSN account, keeps talking to me. This person becomes more and more agressive with me, telling me how horrible I've been to my ex. Around this time I start getting calls from strangers... apparently my home number, something only my ex would have as we were ex-directory and I know my friends would never do anything like this, has been posted on a gay site with info about how I wanted to hook up with older guys, and that I wanted phone sex!!! My parents picked up a lot of these calls, and they were not happy about all these men wanting to speak to me! This lasted for a good two months.
At one point I got so upset with all this happening, and with being talked to horribly by this person on MSN that my mum decided she had to talk to this person herself. She told this person to leave me alone, etc... in reply, this person (who you all now should have guessed is my ex being a total dick) told my mum that her 17 year old son watched hardcore gay porn on the internet. I was MORTIFIED. Other things done online? He hacked my e-mail account, changed the password so I could never log back in again, and I had to set up a new one and lost a lot of good online friends as I couldn't remember their e-mails to add them again. He sent porn from that account to people, which I had to explain to my friends. It was just humiliating.
Eventually the guy stops bothering. For a good 5 years I hear nothing. Then out of the blue I get an e-mail, just asking how I am! Someone adds me to MSN... it's him. I obviously block and delete when I find out. I'd moved on and was still so angry at him. But a year later he tries again. This time, because so much time has passed and he knows nothing about me anymore, I ask him how he is, what he is doing. He proceeds to tell me how he is in a relationship with a blind man (wife and kids are not mentioned... hmmm) and that he hates this guy now, but can't leave him because he went blind while they were together and the guy relies on him now. However, my ex is cheating on him behind his back, because he resents the guy so much. I have a feeling he was going to make a proposition, but I deleted him from MSN again before I could find out. Just out of curiosity I searched his e-mail in google. 5 hits. All dating websites. A picture showing him now disturbed me (what did I see in him???), but not as much as the ad itself. He went by the name 'Zach', which is not his real name, and he put in these ads that he, a 34/35 year old man by this point, was looking for guys aged 16-18. I shuddered hard.
Want to know something else, that is both sad and funny? A month after I started seeing this guy in the first place, after I thought this was the only guy who would answer me after being quite desperate and lonely and seeking gay company... I got about 6 messages from other guys in response to my ad. I really should have replied to them!
TL;DR:
I dated a guy I met on the net when I was 16, and he was 28. I broke up with him after 9 months, and he proceeded to become a compulsive liar and generally crazy person... he claimed to have been injured in 9/11, which led to him being in a coma, DYING, and then being revived... this all took away his ability to speak. Several months later he claims to now be STRAIGHT, with a wife and twins... who were born after about 5 or 6 months by the sounds of it. He pretends to be someone else online to be horrible to me, send gay porn to my friends after hacking into my e-mail account and then blocking me from that e-mail account, he told my mother that I watched gay porn online, he put an ad with my home number online which caused many men to call my house looking for phone sex... After a long quiet spell (several years) I find out he is dating a guy who went blind while they were together, now resents said guy and is sleeping with people behind his back. He also has several online dating ads asking for guys between 16 and 18... when he is now in his mid 30's! CREEPY AND CRAZY!!!
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He is a he. I checked it over, and I'm willing to correct it if I made an error but I'm fairly sure all of my references to him were either gender neutral till the end at which point I switched to male. Did I make an error?
The first one some of you may have actually seen. Basically 1st year of college, some guy in my dorm decides it would be a cool thing to videotape himself having sex with a prostitute. Naturally, this video gets leaked all over campus (and onto the 'net). The video itself was fairly boring. Except at the end of it, he asks her if she wants to eat at the campus cafeteria and she shoots him down. The video should still be somewhere out there.
Second one is more recent, but apparently some high school friend I haven't talked to since suddenly friends me out of the blue on Facebook. The reason he opened a FB account? So he could profess his continued undying love to his ex who just dumped him, and he wanted the support of his friends. So for the next month or two he's spamming his FB status with creepy updates about how he still loves her, he's sad, he's waiting outside her house, running after her, etc. He even put in his profile he didn't want criticisms just support, so I just ignored him. Thank god he finally gave up and deleted his account.
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No, I think what makes you trip when reading it is you mention you just broke up with a girl and then you don't mention that the stripper was a guy until the second paragraph.
Nope, I just inferred from where you said your date had an ex-boyfriend. Sorry man.
That was intentional.
That really sweet psychology major who's just dancing to put herself through college may actually exist. But I'm perfectly content with letting some other guy find her.
Didn't someone on these forums actually have that story?
This is what my fiancee's ex does.
The few times I've confronted him about it, he always says that it's not about her when it obviously is.
Well, I have an idea that will turn that around. I'll take 25% of the profit.
I know someone who stripped to put herself through the MCDB(Micro Cellular and Developmental Biology) degree at my school. Let me tell you that is one of the hardest science majors here.
The whole painting over murals bit? I got dumped by someone for doing things like that.
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On the other hand, you thereby escaped a boring person.
But the key point here is...was she crazy or normal? I've met smart strippers. But sane strippers not so much?
She actually wasn't too boring. I think she was more jealous than anything else. I know that sounds kinda catty, I don't mean it that way. She had some insecurity issues and being with a more skilled person (not that I'm a genius or anything, I just had more training than she did) was too much for her. It's a pity, because while I had more skill, she had more natural talent, she'd've made a great artist. For all I know, she may well be one by now.
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Wait... yeah, she had the crazy family life as well. And if we had dated it probably would have been brought to the fore and then I would have had some stories to tell. But I don't think I could have dated a stripper while stationed overseas. You know how in pretty much every strip club here you have to basically sit on your hands, and if you even think about touching the girls, you're thrown out?
Yeah, didn't have that problem in Guam. Hell, they were part stripper, part prostitute. I don't mind the former, but the later...
Anyways, summer comes, Frankie and Angie are totally pressing me to date Jack. Jack tells me he likes me and I begin to date him because of peer pressure and I never had anyone like me before so it was an opportunity I told myself and ignored my initial gut instinct that he was gay. During our relationship (I'm a Sophmore and he is a Junior during our relationship) he:
- Pressured me to tell him I loved him (I wasn't liking him that much but he got sad when I didn't so I did to make him feel better)
- Mocked women with breast cancer when I told him my mom might have it (he said they complained too much about having it and was not there for me at all)
- Forgot my birthday (my sweet 16)
- Said that if I was more feminine more guys would like me and that I should be more girly
- Compared me to his ex-girlfriend he apparently was still in love with and said that I reminded him of her which is why he liked me so much
- Invited me to prom only to break up with me a week before prom because he said his parents were racists and suddenly had a problem with him dating me (He's Filipino/Japanese and I'm Black/Puerto Rican/Native American).
So, we break up, and he starts dating my friend "Veronica"'s ex-boyfriend "Jed" His senior year and my junior year. I'm devastated though I should've seen it coming. I was accepting of it at first but then I found I wasn't so comfortable with the idea because I still liked Jack despite his dick ways. I write on a remote site about my problems that no one else has access to but some friends in America (I was in Japan at the time). Jack finds it, sends it to Jed, Jed and Jack begin to leave anonymous comments on there saying that I'm giving away their secret love relationship, Jack is telling me in the future we could get back together, I become depressed and get help from the on base psychiatrist and they're angry at me for getting help for my problems because it threatens their budding romance. Only my two friends knew about what was going on at the time because Veronica found out and was angry as well and told them. Jed's friend starts spreading around the news and despite my hating them I tried to help them but they thought it was me.
This all ends when I find Jed's phone number, call his house and verbally rip him a new one telling him that if he and Jack were to ever try to push me around again I was going to blow the story. However, at this point I was pissed and just did it anyways. Jed ended up breaking up with Jack because he wanted to expand his horizons in college. Jack is heartbroken and emotionally manipulates Jed into going back out with him, Jack continued to stalk me on myspace (for some strange reason) and I ended up dating Frankie.
Haven't heard from Jed or Jack since 2005. I prefer to keep it this way.
That breast cancer/online shit was pretty fucked up. What a douche.
Wait, I don't think I understand. You changed the pronouns more than once. Is this one singular story? Did you change the pronouns for ease of reading?
edit: Oh wait, I guess you never said it was a man until later in the story. Silly, closeminded me.
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Can you elaborate on this guy? Do you know more about his crazy batshit antics, because this is absolutely astounding. How dumb as shit was your girlfriend? I mean, you had to know she was a dumb cunt before this happened right?
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Come to Houston. Or Tampa. 3 foot rule only exists while the cops are raiding the place.
No... but the opposite maybe... :winky:
He's superman?
And they only do that if the local news decides to do a story on three foot rule violations.
Case closed right? No, like an idiot, after 2 weeks that guy dumps her and I take her back. My rational being, shit, it was only 2 days, we had a few good weekends. Nothing my feelings got hurt over, and we all play the field.
1) Then the temper tantrums start. If I ever declined to do a single thing she wanted to do, there would be hell to pay for days. Constant screaming, yelling, throwing things, hitting and kicking me (which I never responded to in kind).
2) And the controlling behavior. If I ever did anything without her, with the guys, she'd flip her shit. Even if it was something she didn't want to do in the first place. her friend had been trying to get her to go rock climbing for ages, always declined cause it wasn't something she wanted to do. I go rock climbing with my friends and she filps her shit so hard she speeds off and wrecks her car. I'd wanted to go see Drag Me To Hell, she didn't, I go see it with my friend, she filps her shit so hard she's screaming at me on the phone for 3 days straight because I saw it without her. She's refuse to ever do anything I wanted, and when I'd do it without her, we go back to part one, the temper tantrums.
3) And the constant insults. I'm 6', 190 lbs. I work out like a beast. An hour or two every day. Often as much at 15 hours a week. Mountain biking, rock climbing, martial arts, weight lifting, occasional running. I do it all. I'm in shape. But this woman would find any scrap of fat she could on me and insult me over it. Constantly brow beating me about how I was letting myself go. She actually pinched one of my miniscule love handles one day and said "This is why we don't have sex".
4) And the spending of all my money. I had to put her on a $100/week allowance with MY money! No we weren't married. No we weren't living together. But I made all the money since she was dicking around in grad school forever so I ended up paying for everything she wanted to do. Go back to part 2 about how she never did anything I wanted. And part 1 about what happens if I didn't do what she wanted. This meant half the time I'd end up with an enormous she-bitch on my hands just because I couldn't afford to take her somewhere.
5) And the sex completely dried up. My every attempt to have sex with her after the first month usually just turned into her insulting me. See part 4. Every time I'd try to explain to her that I'm really not feeling too secure in the relationship, or very desired, as a result of the complete and utter lack of sex, she would literally start screaming at me, yelling over me, even as I was trying to explain to her in a manner as calm as I can how I felt about the matter.
Looking back, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. Actually I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking "All women are crazy anyways. If it's not this psychobitch making me miserable it'd be another." So I guess it is true what they say about low expectations being a self fulfilling prophecy.
Needless to say, I rarely listen to that album while in the car.
So .. how long before you dumped the bitch?
Was she at least hot or did you get double whammied with a bushpig and a screaming psychotic person?
She didn't seem insane but I didn't try and date her.
I started chatting to this guy, and he seemed like a cool guy. If I am remembering right (this all happened close to a decade ago now, so my memory fails me on some of the details) he told me he was in his early twenties, so I thought fair enough. We started chatting on the phone after a while, about all sorts of things, and were getting on great. To be honest though, at 16 and knowing only one other gay person, I think it was just great to be able to chat to someone who was also gay, and seemed to like me in more than a friendly way.
It wasn't too long before we decided to meet up, and being the cautious guy I am, I asked him to come to my town (he lived in Manchester, I lived in Lincoln, about a 3 hour train journey from him) so that we could go out on familiar territory and in public. I told my mum and my friends aswell, because I had heard some horror stories about online dating, so I wanted to be super safe. Now, I had never seen a picture of this guy. All I knew about his physical appearance is that he was Indian. So I go to the train station and wait for him to arrive... and off the train steps this guy. My first impression? Obviously not in his early twenties.
No no, he wasn't like 50 or anything, but there WAS a significant age gap. He admitted to me that he was in fact 27, almost 28, so a good 11 years my senior. At the time this didn't bother me, as again I was starved for attention and hadn't had much contact with other gay people. I took the news in my stride, and we went out on a date. That night, to my suprise I had my first kiss in the back seat of a cinema (which also freaked me out cos I was so worried someone might see and go nuts... ah those days of believing EVERYONE was homophobic). It was generally a good evening, and he was a gentleman. He left, and we continued to chat on the phone, and started to arrange and go on more dates. I eventually even went over to Manchester and stayed overnight in his flat. Time passed, we continued to see each other, and things got serious.
I went to his every weekend if I could, I got a job to pay for train fare and other stuff (though eventually he started putting money in my account to help me with the travelling), we exchanged I love yous after a couple of months, and in my eyes everything was great. This was going to be the guy for me. We would be together forever, I would move in after sixth form and get a job in Manchester, etc, etc.
So where's the crazy, I hear you cry? Apart from me being crazy to go out with someone so much older, and him to go out with someone so much younger, all seems good, right? Well........
During our relationship he did some creepy stuff. What I remember most was that he'd like to bring up stuff about my life that I wasn't too keen on chatting about. We'd be laid in bed talking, and he'd bring up this stuff that I'd talked with him about before... but he'd really push it, and pretty much make me cry. I made it clear I didn't want to talk about it, that it was uncomfortable to talk about it a lot, but he would keep on asking and pressuring. I didn't like it.
Again, doesn't seem like a lot, right? I'm getting to the real crazy, bear with me.
So after 9 months of being together, I went on holiday with my family to Portugal. While there I had some time to think about things, about how I was dating a guy 11 years older than me, I was only 17 (it had just been my birthday at that point, he was 28 then) and maybe was a bit young to be settling down, he was a bit creepy and pushy, and I also started to doubt that I actually loved him. After all, I had no idea what love really was... was I sure that was what I was feeling? All this leads me to the decision that I should break up with him.
So when I got home I made the very poor decision to call him up and dump him over the phone. Afterall, he did live very far away. So I did just that. Of course he was devestated, he cried, he asked me to reconsider, etc. I told him my reasons, and that I would still like to be friends. After a while he seemed pretty understanding, and we did continue to chat a whole lot on the phone. And here is where the real crazy begins.
September 11th 2001. I got home from sixth form that day to witness the events unfolding on TV. I was shocked, upset, all of the stuff people felt that day. What I didn't expect was to get a call that evening from my ex. You can guess where he said he was. Yes, he claimed to be in New York. He claimed to have been stood right next to the towers when the planes hit. He claimed to have been hit by falling debris, and was now on the phone to me while stumbling around New York City, finding his way to a hospital. I could hear people in the background, but no sirens, no shouts or cries. Just sounded like he was in any normal street. At the time I was hooked in right away, I believed him. He had to go eventuall when he found a hospital, but later called me back, from his mobile, whilst still inside the hospital, once the nurse had seen him. We chatted a while, I was worried but thought he would be okay. We said goodbye, and that was that for the night.
The next day, someone logs onto MSN with my ex's account. I say, hi, wondering who it is as my ex was meant to be in New York (to this day I have no idea what he was meant to be doing in New York... but since it was all make-believe, he didn't really need to explain). This person told me they were a friend of my ex, and had come online to tell me that he had gone into a coma. I was shocked, distressed... how could this have happened? A day or so later, the same person came back on to his MSN account and announced something even more shocking.
My ex had died.
Well, this was just too much. I was heart-broken. I cried like crazy, I couldn't believe it. Well, I didn't have long for it to sink in. I think later that evening I got a call. Someone made some noises down the phone to me, grunts. It was my ex. Basically, from what I 'gathered' from asking questions and him grunting responses, he had died for several minutes, but had been brought back to life! He was now unable to speak properly, and had to have the nurse dial the phone for him. I never actually got to speak to that nurse... you know, because she didn't exist!!!
We continue 'talking' for several days, he regains speech, I decide to take him back one day, because I felt so bad, but the next day I decided against it. So anyway, that fiasco finishes, and he comes back home and we continue to chat on the phone. I come to realise that my ex had made up everything about 9/11 (though I don't confess this knowledge to him at the time), and I decide I don't really want to be friends with him anymore. He seems to take this well enough... and then takes the opportunity to tell me something, something he's been wanting to tell me for a while. Now, this is a good fews months after I broke up with him. He's now straight. In fact, he has a girlfriend! Wow, I think. What a load of bullshit.
This is confirmed to me by him calling several months later (about 5 or 6) to inform me he is now MARRIED and had TWINS! No names were given, no mention of when they were born or conceived, nothing. After that, we pretty much stop talking.
During all this, between the 9/11 incident and him revealing he is now a straight man with a wife and children, someone claiming to be my ex's friend, using his MSN account, keeps talking to me. This person becomes more and more agressive with me, telling me how horrible I've been to my ex. Around this time I start getting calls from strangers... apparently my home number, something only my ex would have as we were ex-directory and I know my friends would never do anything like this, has been posted on a gay site with info about how I wanted to hook up with older guys, and that I wanted phone sex!!! My parents picked up a lot of these calls, and they were not happy about all these men wanting to speak to me! This lasted for a good two months.
At one point I got so upset with all this happening, and with being talked to horribly by this person on MSN that my mum decided she had to talk to this person herself. She told this person to leave me alone, etc... in reply, this person (who you all now should have guessed is my ex being a total dick) told my mum that her 17 year old son watched hardcore gay porn on the internet. I was MORTIFIED. Other things done online? He hacked my e-mail account, changed the password so I could never log back in again, and I had to set up a new one and lost a lot of good online friends as I couldn't remember their e-mails to add them again. He sent porn from that account to people, which I had to explain to my friends. It was just humiliating.
Eventually the guy stops bothering. For a good 5 years I hear nothing. Then out of the blue I get an e-mail, just asking how I am! Someone adds me to MSN... it's him. I obviously block and delete when I find out. I'd moved on and was still so angry at him. But a year later he tries again. This time, because so much time has passed and he knows nothing about me anymore, I ask him how he is, what he is doing. He proceeds to tell me how he is in a relationship with a blind man (wife and kids are not mentioned... hmmm) and that he hates this guy now, but can't leave him because he went blind while they were together and the guy relies on him now. However, my ex is cheating on him behind his back, because he resents the guy so much. I have a feeling he was going to make a proposition, but I deleted him from MSN again before I could find out. Just out of curiosity I searched his e-mail in google. 5 hits. All dating websites. A picture showing him now disturbed me (what did I see in him???), but not as much as the ad itself. He went by the name 'Zach', which is not his real name, and he put in these ads that he, a 34/35 year old man by this point, was looking for guys aged 16-18. I shuddered hard.
Want to know something else, that is both sad and funny? A month after I started seeing this guy in the first place, after I thought this was the only guy who would answer me after being quite desperate and lonely and seeking gay company... I got about 6 messages from other guys in response to my ad. I really should have replied to them!
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