Now I have a few Grammar Nazis on my don’t go anywhere with them list.
There’s no way any of this is remotely true.
That she would decide she is gay.
The second time, it was my own stupid fault, because the second one was the ex of the first one. . .
I’m guessing sometime in the middle of the date, we’ll find out that Batman showed up.
A ~5000 mile road trip with my in-laws.
I mean, I’m fairly thrifty. I’ll buy store brand stuff and not order a $10 appetizer and spend $20 on drinks with my $12 dinner and stuff, but they are soooo incredibly cheap. We need to cover 500 miles today? That’s just going to have to take 14 hours because the car gets 10% better mileage if you drive dangerously slow. Oh, you want to eat at this restaurant?!?! When you mentioned wanting to check it out when we were in town I thought you just wanted to see it. There’s a grocery store next to the motel, so we’re going to piece together whatever’s on sale and warm it up on a hotplate. But you know, you can still eat here if you want. It’s still your turn to wash dishes when you get back though, we’ve only used these paper plates twice so far.
I probably lost a lot of points demanding to be dropped off at an airport to bail out halfway through, but those points were very well spent.
In college, working PT job. Big acquisition/conversion, all hands on deck. A guy from corporate & I go down South, about 800+ miles away to a branch to do training. Next to last night head out to bar & meet a girl going into USCG, hook up a little but all clothes remain on. Gave her my (dorm) address. A week or so later get a * perfumed * letter - she’s changed her duty station to the one close to me, about 50 miles away.
The semester end & move out can’t come soon enough!
I started chatting on line with a guy who also worked crazy shifts. I knew he worked for the railway, and we had been having a hard time meeting up. We decided to go on an after work breakfast date, and I got crazily excited about this…it honestly felt like a “meet cute” and my expectations were probably a bit higher than they should have been.
Well. The guy picked me up in a truck held together with bondo and duct tape. Ok, well maybe its his “work truck”. The truck had holes in the seats and springs sticking out ( I mean like half the seat was gone… I had a piece of plywood to cover the seat and a pillow on top of that) and I don’t think the truck was road safe either, I saw the street through the floorboards.I should have bailed then and there on the grounds that the truck wasn’t safe.
But no, I was a good sport and we were going for breakfast at a “neat little diner” so we drove into the heart of St Boniface with its one way streets (for people who know Winnipeg I lived in Osbourne Village, so it wasn’t far, but it was unnecessary) and drove up and down a bunch of times, we passed several breakfast places but he kept doubling back until he found the one he wanted.
$1.75 breakfast special. (this was in 2000, so it was a cheap breakfast even then.) He asked if I wanted coffee …its extra you know, and well if you are going to try to sleep…I DID want coffee but he drank his water and I could hear the cash register in his brain adding up the extra dollar. The breakfast was two eggs, two strips of bacon, and about 5 tater tots on a plate. Toast was extra. I skipped the toast.
Turns out railroad work was only one of his things… he also liked “buying and selling”. Id met people like that before, so I asked him if he fixed cars. No, basically he went dumpster diving, or yard selling then pawned or sold what he found. I like thrift stores, and I like yard sales to an extent but this combined with the truck, the breakfast, and the scowl when I ordered coffee told me all I needed to know about this dude.
First and last date. If I had my car I would have thrown three bucks at him and left, but I didn’t know St B very well and I was tired, since I had just worked nights. He drove me home and I basically jumped out of the truck in a hurry to avoid any kind of kiss or anything. He mentioned going out again, and I said well, if our schedules never meet up more than once every 3 months… I don’t think this is going to work.
I blocked him as soon as I could get back to my computer.
A friend and colleague that I used to travel on business with in Europe. We liked the same foods, wines, etc and usually had a good time. Until one day he said “hey, let’s go to the museum after work.” Fuck me to tears. The guy almost crawled through the place, stopping at every single exhibit where he would peer at length at whatever it was from all possible angles, seemingly taking ten or fifteen minutes in some cases. After an hour of this I begged off and went back to the hotel. I saw his wife after we got back and she said, “So I hear Greg and you went to a museum? I should have warned you about that, I guess.”
The one and only real date I ever went on qualifies. I never noticed the guy until he asked me out, but he seemed nice enough and was in town for an extended period as a contractor hired by my employer. I was not romantically interested in him but I enjoy people and hanging out. We got along fine and I didn’t see the warning signs so I allowed the relationship to move up to FWB. It had been a number of years since I’d had a relationship, I was a grown woman, why not? Worst judgement call ever.
The guy was a raging alcoholic, and a pathological liar. My tires were slashed and my tail light was broken out. He poisoned my dog, and when I found him in time to save his life he came back a few days later and tried again. He tapped my phone. I’d decide to go hiking out in the woods and when I’d get back to my car he’d be parked next to it in his truck, stinking drunk. I stopped at a friend’s house one morning and he showed up stinking drunk pounding on the door wanting to see me - yelling that he wanted to marry me. He called me constantly, begging me to marry him and have his baby. Once he called and fired a gun then dropped the phone trying to make me think he’d shot himself so I’d run over to check on him.
Not only was he stalking me, he started stalking my friends. I was hearing stories about him driving slowly by their houses. Come to find out after all of this - he had a girlfriend of 5 years back in his home state. I found out about her when she called me at work and wanted to know who I was to him. She found out about me because she’d come to visit him for a week (this was after I’d started trying to shake him loose) and he couldn’t put aside his weird obsession with me long enough to not out himself in her presence. When she’d gone to the bathroom he tried to send me another email and she walked out and caught him. She read all of his mail then, and he lied to her about who I was. She was upset enough that she wanted to leave, and he made her stay in a hotel and take a fucking bus to the airport the next morning. I believe this was the second day she was there. She was a really nice lady, I don’t know how the hell he lucked into her putting up with his shit for 5 years. I lost track of her, hopefully she never went back.