Hit and Run

Story Submitted by Manny:

I had been dating Deanna for about a month. Everything was going great, as we had good chemistry from the start and seemed to like a lot of the same things. One day I was at my place, hanging out with the guys, watching football, when she called me.  She sounded upset and insisted on coming over.  When she arrived I met her at the door and asked what was wrong.

She said, "My car's in the shop.  I was in a hit-and-run!"

I replied, "That's terrible.  You don't have any information on who hit you?"

She gave me a look and said, "No one hit me.  I hit a parked car.  You wouldn't believe the damage to my car!"

I asked her, "That's a bit different.  Did you leave a note?"

"Of course not!"

"Oh.  Don't you think you should have?"

"Whose side are you on, Manny?"

At this point, my always trusty crazy girl warning system was sounding the alarm. I escorted her to the TV room where my friends were watching the game. After introducing her to everyone and handing her a drink, I thought she'd calm down and just enjoy the evening.

She pointedly ignored my friends and kept hinting that we should go to my room for some alone time. As I didn't want to be rude to my friends (one of them had just returned from military duty), I told her that I'd spend time with her after the game. She spent the rest of the game giving me the silent treatment.

When the game finished, I wanted one last beer with my friends. She said that I had too much to drink already (four beers) and that she was leaving if I didn't go at that very moment. Thinking she was joking, I chugged one last beer with my friends.

Deanna stormed upstairs and started looking for some of her things that she had left on prior visits. "I should just leave you," she shouted down to me. 

That did it.  I calmly opened my front door and told her, "I think you should go."

She said, "No, I'm not leaving now and you can't make me.

I shifted gears and pretended to be drunker than I actually was.  For the next hour, I told her everything she wanted to hear.  I apologized for my behavior and blamed it on the alcohol.

Apparently she was convinced and finally exited my house. I locked the door behind her the second she left, apologized to my friends for that uncomfortable scene, and ignored her many calls and texts in the weeks that followed. I hope that she fixed her car as well as her mindset.