Story Submitted by Keith:
Felicia and I spoke for a little while online, and she didn't give any indication that anything was wrong. She briefly mentioned that she was out of a long-term relationship, but I didn't press her on the subject, and she seemed otherwise very sane.
On the night of our first date, we were taking a walk around town before dinner when she confessed, "So, I'm still kind of hung up on my last boyfriend."
Ugh. Damn it. Well, this may not have been so bad. There are lots of types of hung up. There's the "I still think about him now and then" kind and then there's the–
"I slept under his window last night," she said, "Do you think that's weird?"
"Yes. "I really do," I said.
She said, "I'm probably going to go there again, after our date tonight. You don't think that's weird, do you?"
I said, "I think that's just as weird, if not weirder. It can't be good for trying to get over him."
She said, "Part of me wants him to discover me there, but another part of me knows that I would just freeze up."
I asked, "All of this talking about him probably isn't helping, either."
She said, "Talking about him helps me forget him."
By that logic, we spent the rest of that short walk and most of dinner "forgetting" about him. She even ordered some extra food to keep her well-fed during a night of waiting.
Finally, after dinner, I told her, "You know, it's really none of my business, but I think you'll be better off not going to his place tonight. Try to focus on moving forward."
She said, "Nothing is forward. Only him," then hugged me, said, "Thanks for listening," and left.
I woke up to a text from her the next morning: "He chased me off his porch with a shovel! Going back again tonight... wish me luck!"
I wished her no such thing, but I do wish her a good therapist.
3/18/2011
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ReplyDelete"What maiden under thy window sleeps?
ReplyDeleteTis a creature, known to thee as Fat Bitch, to which I shall make with the sex, til dawn does arrive!"
--OK, so I combined three answers into one - I'm lazy today...
The take away for her: By chasing her with the shovel, she is convinced he digs her. Sure he does, right into an early grave in the Crazy-Town Cemetery.
Wow. That's the kind that'll boil your rabbit, right there.
ReplyDeleteAnd I must ask the question of why you did not leave after she said she slept under her ex-boyfriend's window. Why did you subject yourself to a night of hearing about him? Perhaps you were hoping for rebound sex. idk. But her actions do remind me of the overly obsessed girlfriend on youtube. She's hilarious.
ReplyDelete"So, I'm still kind of hung up on my last boyfriend."
ReplyDelete"Later!"