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Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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And I didn’t bring any pie, either.

[greek chorus]So, what’s been going on, Scrappy?[/greek chorus]

I’m glad you asked.

If you remember my last thread, and I’m entirely sure you don’t, the girlfriend and I are back together, under the radar of the parents, lest they be forced to make good on their threat to cut her off completely. Long story. I’ve got a pretty good short version, but I’ll spare you all for now.

Spent January drunk. Hard thing to do, spending a month drunk, but it can be done. Kissed a lot of people I probably shouldn’t have. Did a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have (even though I did get to use Woody’s immortal line from White Men Can’t Jump, “I’m gonna put my mouth where that money is.”). Half of February too, until the reconciliation.

Spent a week racing and sightseeing in London, and St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin. Witnessed the most brutal beating I have ever seen. And it was administered by four early-teenage girls on another early-teenage girl. When I asked about this at the pubs, it’s apparently part of the fabric of life in dear ol’ Dublin. Can anyone explain this?

March, April, and May were spent paying off student loans, car loans, etc., etc., making me a relatively free man, monetarily speaking. Oh, and I graduate college in June. So I’ve got that going for me.

Is any of this terribly exciting? Not overall, I suppose, no. But I paid my fifteen bucks so I get to inflict it on you.

I suppose, if you like, you could welcome me back, or you could ask about some of the dumber stuff that happened. I promise I’ll have something worthwhile to post soon. In the meantime, I’m just glad nobody took my screen name.

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Well, not you so much as your username, which is one of my all-time favorites.

Welcome back!

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Welcome back pup man. I want all the lurid, sordid, steamy, seamy, gritty, down and dirty details.

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I had to do a search to remember which break-up thread was yours. I was relieved to find that you were this one. A sucky situation, no doubt, but one from which a relationship can recover. There have been break-up threads after which I’d be very sad to hear the couple ended up getting back together. (Who was that guy whose girlfriend kept screwing other guys and then telling him about it, but who didn’t want to break up with her?)

I’m with swampbear – let’s hear some lurid stories of youthful debauchery! Also, how did you end up getting back together with your girlfriend?

As for us, nothing has happened since you left. We’ve been just hanging around, waiting for you to come back. Welcome back. Now we can get this party started.

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WB Scrappy…

Just wanted to add, whoever you spoke to in the pubs in Dublin is right, that type of carry on is the norm, and unfortunately its not just confined to Dublin, I see it whenever I go out.

Cant give any reason for it except maybe the fact that its too easy for kids to sneak into pubs overhere and they cant handle there drink. There was uproar here along the same lines a couple months ago. If your particularly interested just do a search on the Anabel Case in Dublin and youll understand it.

Anyway sorry for the hijack.

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Happy Scrappy! How was your lost weekend?

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Well, gather 'round and ye all shall hear.

Everyone seated? Good. Juice boxes put away? Excellent.

As far as the girlfriend goes, it’s fairly long and drawn out. The long and the short of it is, after the last round of texts, I got something to drink. On the way to get something to drink, I called up everyone I knew and made arrangements to drink with them. On different nights. No sense prompting an intervention when a little planning can spread the angst thin enough to avoid raising eyebrows, eh?

This is the point where I mention that, in that month, I happened to “cross paths” with (in various senses of the euphemism, mind you, I’m not a slut) an eighteen-year-old girl, a college freshman and her roommate, a girl I met on another internet board, a girl who had a girlfriend, a girl who woke up her neighbors with her demands to be fucked, a married woman, a fellow Doper, and a former co-worker. Self-destructive? Me? Naaaaaaaaah.

While she was in Florida with her parents, I had no way to get hold of her, and I didn’t really want to. I assumed it to be over. She came back from Florida, stayed with her parents another week or so, and then back to school (she’s a senior in college). Then the 90210 began. She kept asking mutual friends how I was, what I was doing, what I was up to, etc. I had lunch with one of her classmates (a good friend of mine), who let me know that my name came up every day. This friend asked if she could give the ex my new AIM screen name, and I OKed that, which then began a daily tradition of sad IMs or drunk IMs or both. In keeping with everyone’s advice, I responded to very few of them, until Valentine’s Day, when her drunk IM, which I saw when I got home at 5:00 in the morning, prompted me to call her the next day and tell her, in short, “You made your choice. Now stick to it and leave me be so I can move on.” Her response? That she couldn’t.

So we started seeing each other on the sly, which continues to this day. When I left for England, we talked on the phone when I was in the terminal. She called back twice, and there was obviously something she needed to say, but wasn’t. Just before I got on the plane, she calls for the third time and blurts out “I love you.” It was cute. I smiled. A lot. She asked to be my girlfriend again a few days later, and I of course said yes. We’ve gone to some functions as a couple, but I had to miss her graduation and she may miss mine, seeing as…

Mommy and Daddy still don’t know we’re a couple. I’m not all that happy about this, seeing as I’d like to be accepted for who I am, but right now I’ll take this with the understanding that there will be progression. The big fear is that they will find out again and we’ll go through it all again, but if that happens again, I’m done. We’ve come this far. Might as well see if we’re functional.

Any questions? Somebody wake up twickster.

Delly, no hijack at all. I really did want to know what the deal is. I heard some strange-assed stories.

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Hey, welcome back!

Okay, that’s about all I got.

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So you do exist.

This is me, laughing. And restraining myself. :slight_smile:

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Sara, good to see I’m not alone in wondering where the heck the boy has been.

Good to hear from you again, man.