I caught her. Guess what I did. What would you have done?

In My Humble Opinion
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A scenario.
A question.

It happened to me. What would you do? Opinions? Then I’ll tell you what I did, later.

Ladies, opinions welcomed.

Dated a beautiful, petite lady for 3 years and was in love. We talked of marriage. I gave her a small ring. To prepare for the as then unplanned event, I started working 2 and 3 jobs, paying off all of her bills first. I didn’t get much sleep. I went to work at 8 AM, shoved freight around, got off at 5 PM, went home, saw or called her for a bit, got to bed at 9 and was up at 1 AM to be at the local paper to fold and deliver a big route until 6 AM. On Saturdays we went out until late, I hired a substitute to deliver papers then, and Sunday morning I went to work from 11 to 4 doing maintenance at a condo.

I almost doubled my pay. She had some major bills. I started getting very tired and started getting sick a lot. I discovered that she was not the most sympathetic woman when I was sick in bed. I found that if I had a choice between sex and sleep, sometimes sleep won. She started getting ‘odd.’ I suggested that I quit a job, but her car broke down and we needed to get it fixed. I suggested she get a part time job. That was not a good idea. In-between paying off bills I bought her gifts and flowers, clothing and jewelry.

One day I realized that I didn’t see her wearing much of the jewelry, she started getting in bad moods. She changed her hair style and when I noticed, said her sister had talked her into it. She suddenly wasn’t home a lot when I was at work. She said she was at her sisters, being bored because we did not do much anymore. Then she was at her cousins, then at a girl friends.

I quit one job, but things did not improve – except my health. I’m basically a trusting person, but after a time I was starting to get suspicious.

I had a friend fill in for me on my paper route and did not tell her one Friday night. I drove by her place and found her gone – right about when I would have been sleeping. I parked around a corner, between some buildings and behind a hedge where I could watch her place unseen.

I smoked a lot of smokes. She was so very, very pretty, with pert little knockers, a beautiful face and pert little nose, great butt, marvelous legs with small, cute feet and always so clean and soft and huggable and her hair always smelled so good! She had sparkling brown eyes and a great, warming smile. I drank a little booze – very little, to settle the gigantic knot in my stomach and settle the trembling in my hands.

By midnight, she was back, followed by another car and I watched her direct the driver to park in the next parking lot. Soon, he was back and invited inside. I watched as the blinds went down and soft lights went on, and I waited. I felt like I was going to die. Perhaps he was just a friend in for a chat for we both had friends of both sexes.

By 12:45 her bedroom light went on for a bit, and then out. I got out of the car. I carried a tire thumper – a heavy oak club tipped with steel used to hit the inner tires of a big rig with to check their pressure. I went through the yards, across the street and up to her apartment. It is astonishing how time seems to both slow and speed up then, how one’s vision seems to narrow down to a tunnel, and how one gets the urge to run like hell in the opposite direction, but can’t, knowing what one must find and not wanting to find it.

At her bedroom window, I listened. The damn girl had this thing about fresh air. Even with the A/C on, she had me rig a lock to keep the window open an inch for when she slept. The sounds I heard from inside were not those of sleeping or friends talking, but vigorous, down and dirty f*****g. I knew those sounds she was making very well.

I sat under the window, looked over at her newly repaired car ($600), thought about that gold charmed anklet she did wear ($100), her up to date VISA, ($4,000), her engagement ring ($400), her dental bills, ($2000), her back rent ($1000), her computer ($2000) and more. The shelves I built, stained, polished and installed for her stuff, the kitchen cabinets I stripped, stained and covered with clear coat, the locks I changed, steam cleaning her carpets and cooking her great meals.

Then I got up, used my key and went inside. They were both rather surprised when I turned on her main bedroom light and walked into the room. She had her legs wrapped about his butt. Pretty legs.

When I left, the relationship was forever over.

It’s been years but now and then I think about it, and her and get upset again and sometimes wonder if I should have handled it differently. She tried to get back with me, but I kept visualizing that hairy male butt between her fine legs and said no. I quit the paper route the next day. I almost lost my job because I turned into a drunk for a few months.

Her excuse? We never did anything anymore.

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Hmm…well, I kind of think this belongs in MPSIMS. Where’s the Great Debate here?

So, what did you do, anyway? You’ve sucked me in this far with your tale of woe.

Oh, nice use of the term “knockers”. Real sensitive male you are. Yep.

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The “Great Debate” has to be on which detective story writer he is trying to emulate with this piece of fiction.

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Yep. I’d say Mickey Spillane, but I think this writing is a little too subtle for Mickey.

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Yo, Far Trekker. As difficult as it may seem, you did the right thing. You found out the facts (or falsehoods) of the situation and acted upon them correctly. You were not violent, despite the abuse you received. You had enough self respect to reject further involvement with one who would deceive you. Bravo on all counts. Ignore the sarcastic bleating of those who would mock your misfortune. Know that you have carried away from the experience something precious beyond words. That is the ability to be a real man.

It is too easy to feel the fool over how you were taken in by such a shallow woman. Please think forward to the mate who will treasure those exact same virtues that you were punished for. You are supportive, hard working and determined to make a better life for the both of you. What decent woman would not prize that in a man? However expensive and unjust the lesson might seem. Please think upon the greater price you might have paid had you stupidly become violent and subsequently been thrown into prison.

Your willingness to use sexual object terms in describing your ex, and their almost exclusively physical aspect gives me cause to pause. But you are farther along the road to manhood than many guys who are dying of old age. Move on, find someone who appreciates you. Learn more about the mindset of any women in your future. This will help you to better love and understand who you are involved with.
No good deed goes unpunished.

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Didn’t you realize from the start that there was something wrong? Why did she expect you to pay her bills? Why were you constantly buying her clothes and jewelry? A gift of jewelry should only be for a special occasion in a relationship, and you shouldn’t be buying clothes at all. You were paying her Visa bill and her dental bill? Didn’t it occur to you at all that this isn’t normal in relationships? You weren’t even living with her, so why would you or she assume that you were obligated to pay her bills?

I suspect that if you asked her now she would say, “Hey, you got what you wanted, which was to sleep with a pretty woman for three years, and I got what I wanted, which was money.” You spent $10,000 or so on her, which is probably less than you would have spent on prostitutes for the same amount of sex.

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What would I have done?

If I were dating a man who worked 80 hours a week and thought material goods were an adequate substitute for spending time together, I would have done the same thing she did.

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[Moderator Hat ON]

This is not much of a debate. I’m moving it to IMHO.

[Moderator Hat OFF]

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Welcome back again, Serlin. Don’t you ever get tired of this place? Please tell me you get tired of this place.

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Which hair, Serlin? :rolleyes:

Am I the only one thinking that Serlin is the one who wrote the screenplays for all those cheesy 70’s Soft Porn films?

Aha wrote the soundtracks, of course :wink:

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Fretful Porpentine*

We agreed to pay all of her bills down, because she had the most – not being very wise with money – and I offered to take additional jobs, which she agreed to. She was, initially, going to get another job also, but that got lost in the works somehow. Notice, most of the money was going to her stuff. I did not mention the cash she got to buy little things with.

Love is obscuring the obvious and forefronting the imaginary.

BTW, very funny. Please do not accuse me of being someone I’m not. :slight_smile:

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Hmmm…I thought perhaps he was Serlin (and I haven’t ruled it out) but the paragraphs seem shorter, and the writing style a little different. But…the jury’s still out for me.

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I vote with yosemitebabe, we really shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

Just because we have another AOL-using Floridian with a background in labor-intensive night jobs with a wide streak of misogynism intertwined with a hang-up about physical beauty. . . uhh. . . where was I? Oh, yeah. There could be dozens of people who match that description who find their way to this MB. Or several, or one or two, anyway.

Hey, the OP was mildly amusing in a derivative sort of way. I’d let the authorship ride if he doesn’t get obnoxious. (Yeah, I know the rules, and I’m not arguing against them, but he’s easier to keep track of when he’s out where everyone can see him.)

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If anybody still doubts he’s Serlinel, have a look at the following threads:

What if America vanished over night? (posts jingoistic claptrap and totally ignores other posters’ responses)

How did the word jail get the nickname “pokey”? (pointless list posted only partially in context)

If it isn’t him, Serlinel should sue: he’s stolen his act.

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What hang-up on physical beauty? Are you married TOMNDEB? I assume so. Do you not find each other absolutely beautiful? Aside from personality and obvious physical flaws – meaning not perfect – (no offense intended) – don’t you admire each others bodies, the lines of the legs, the curve of the rears, the texture of the skin, smile lines, the fall of the hair? Don’t you each have special places you like to touch on each other? Don’t you feel each other when you touch?

Now, firstly, yosemitebabe, apologies for the term ‘knockers’ - I did not want to say ‘pert, creamy, round, firm, small nippled breasts’. :slight_smile:

Her personality was great! How do you think I wound up doing so much? When she wanted something she could purr and turn on the heat so cooked noodles would stiffen. She made me laugh, made me feel good, we had great conversations, she was understanding, intelligent, (manipulative), impulsive, funny, sexy, unpredictable at times and energetic. She was curious, creative, charming, and captivating. She could be sympathetic, childish, mature, ditsy, a pain in the ass, and a push over. She could come up with some sudden insights that were wonderful and sometimes not grasp the point if I painted it on the wall in front of her. She could make funny faces, act delightfully crazy and eat charred hamburgers with a straight face no not to offend the cook. She could change her own tires and open the hood of her car, stand there and swear at it and bang on things until it started. She did not like ‘gross’ things like stinky feet or sneakers, garbage left too long before being dumped or rooms and carpets smelling like ‘feet.’ Nor cluttered, dirty refrigerators. (She would attack mine when it got that way, throw out some of my precious 50 or so bottles of BBQ sauce – an inch left in the bottoms -, dump my vast collection of tin foil mystery packets and shovel out the 400 or so little almost-but-not-quite empty butter sticks.)

She sent me love cards. She would go into my place when I was working, neaten it up and spray some of her perfume on my pillows. She would bring me wrapped, heat and eat meals she had fixed and put them in my fridge. Once she left a set of electric green, silken panties on my bedroom door knob.

(Sigh) That was her personality.

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If a woman owes money, then thats her responsiblity. Not mine.

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tomndebb - Oops! I should have checked his bio. From Florida? And all the other stuff? Of course. He was just a little trickier this time - but it’s HIM.

I would say “Welcome back” Serlin, but you’d know I was lying.

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Him: “Baby, let me work myself to death so I can pay your bills.”
Her: “Ok!”

Of course she agreed to it!
Ok, I know this isn’t very germaine to the overall thread, but it made me laugh.

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I have asked you nicely not to accuse me of being someone else. If you want to go on a witch hunt, please, leave me out of it.

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“Accuse” “Witch Hunt”? What loaded words.

If you truly had no clue what we were talking about here, I believe you would have acted differently. It’s not like we gave you the whole low-down on Serlin. You really shouldn’t have any clue what we are going on about. If you didn’t know what was going on, you probably would have written something like “Huh? What are you talking about? Who is this Serlin person? Sorry, you are mistaken.”

You would not immediately use the word “accuse”.

But it is my belief you know exactly what we are talking about here. And it is your “requests” that we not “accuse” you are what are convincing me.