What things did you find out about someone you went somewhere with, which would have stopped you from ever going with them if known sooner?
[grammar Nazi]
Inability to conjugate verbs properly. “Would have never went”?
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Seriously, in my case it was that she was stealth crazy. Seemed nice on the outside, deeply disturbed on the inside.
I’m assuming we need to leave divorce cases out of this. How about Amway meetings? When I was younger and even dumber than I am now I found myself in a couple MLM meetings where I was politely looking for an exit and wondering if I could manage the 20 mile walk home in the dark.
That she was a bag of crazy in a cute wrapping. And that I wasn’t going to get any.
(Hey! I was 17. Cut me some slack)
Seconded. Lesson learned.
Thirded.
Well, I got plenty (that’s one of the high points about crazy). And I was 35, not 17. And the true crazy didn’t become evident until we were several months in and had a committed relationship.
Other than that, I pretty much knew what I was getting into with my exes.
That if those two were going to get back together, I would never have gone that road trip around Eastern Europe.
If it wasn’t for my horse, I wouldn’t have spent that year in college.
I was about 27 or so, new homeowner, relatively new to an area, and some friends fixed me up with a guy. He seemed pleasant enough, even tho he took me to a stupid Clint Eastwood movie (I almost never like the kinds of movies he’s in.) When we got back to my place afterwards, he decided to come clean.
He was out of prison on bond… having been arrested for conspiracy to commit murder for hire… for his boss… :eek:
Well, he didn’t kill me, and I knew I’d never see him again. Two days later, the friends who set us up contacted me to warn me not to go out with him - they’d *just *found out about the whole murder-for-hire thing. :rolleyes: At least they were apologetic, and they never offered to fix me up again, so there’s that.
A year or so later, I got a letter from a prison in a state several hundred miles away. My “date” had taken a plea and ratted out his boss, and they gave him a new identity before sending him far away to serve his time. In prison, he found religion and he wrote to apologize. I never did answer that letter. And I didn’t date again for 2 years, at which point, I met my husband and we’ve lived happily ever after since.
I would think not replying back to be the best thing in that case.
My family knows to never even acknowledge I exist if a certain criminal person asks where to find me.
If I knew how insanely jealous she was even when I gave her absolutely no reason to be I never would have married her. Ok to be honest with myself there were some signs but I chose to ignore them.
That the guy was going to argue with the waitress for like a half hour about whether our party had ordered 37 beers or 38. :mad:
That she was out of her mind.
Oh hell, who am I kidding - I would have gone out with her anyway. She was freaking hot.
Regards,
Shodan
I’m afraid to ask, but how many people were in your party?
If it was less than six, it might explain the behavior.
In a sort of reverse to the OP, I’ve always regretted not being a notch on a certain girls tally. Yeah, it would have broken my heart when she (immediately) moved on, but I bet that’s not the part I’d be remembering now.
Sorry, I have to do this:
“If I knew, I would have never gone with that person.”
Anyhoo, I was living in NYC and decided to visit my parents one weekend at their house about two hours away. The girl I was seeing at the time visited her parents the same weekend, who lived about 20 minutes from mine. We both arranged separate rides down on Friday, but she was returning with a friend who was driving back to NYC on Sunday, and invited me to return with them. Sure, why not.
They picked me up in my house, friend was driving, GF was in the front seat, and I was in the back of a little econobox. As soon as we were on the highway, DriverGirl assumed her “relaxed driving position”, which involved scooting her butt forward like she was slouched on the couch, and putting her left foot up on the dash. She could barely see over the steering wheel. Manual transmission. OK, there probably won’t be too much need to shift on the highway, but it’s not exactly a safe driving position. She frequently spent much of the drive not looking at the road, whipping in between cars, changing lanes without signaling, tailgating whomever was in front of us, and every stop required slamming on the brakes rather than gradually slowing to a stop. I was pretty sure we weren’t going to get there alive.
Even worse: it should be “If I had known, I would have never gone with that person.”
A girl I met in a chatroom. After one blindfolded date where we met at her place but never saw each other. ( I cheated and peaked). Over the next month my tires were slashed, radiator punctured, house flooded and almost lost my job. The agreement was if we didn’t feel anything no hard feelings, HA!
10 or so IIRC.
OK, I’ve never heard of a blindfolded date, although I admit it sounds intriguing. *Blind *date, sure, but not blindfolded. Or have I been wooshed yet again?