Why Did It End?Follow

I do love a chance to re-hash the past.

J-Both moved to different states for college, stayed friends
G-Was a junkie
T-Wanted a marriage, kids and I wasn't ready
T-Six years was too long to run in place for both of us
A-Insane, junkie
J-Stole from me, liar, junkie

Hm. I've dated a lot of addicts.

I think she definetly warrants a lookup. See if you can be causual friends ;)

Jokes aside, she was -- by far -- the most toxic relationship I've ever been in.

J- Rocky relationship to begin with, ended when I moved, tried to make it work (I intended to move back after college), she decided that it wasn't going to work, but, well, didn't tell me. I believe her words were "I just thought you'd figure it out, eventually." 3 months after I moved [:anger:]

R- on-again/off-again, tried to be friends after last breakup but apparently she started channeling frustration at men in general at just me (by her own admittance), so that went to hell in a hand basket.

C- Pathological liar. Period.

S-Drove 2 hours to meet her, she got shy, wouldn't talk, and basically left me to talk with her gay male friend for the whole trip, then goes off on me when I get home for things I supposedly did (Like, somehow I tried to kiss her during the movie, though I only looked in her direction a couple of times because she complained about being cold in the theatre- the jacket I offered got turned down :( ).

M-Went out on one date, while it was friendly, we figured we didn't want a relationship after all, so went back to friends- but in the course of that, while I was looking for other women, she felt I was coming onto her and I somehow wasn't realizing it- not to mention that (after the date) we only talked about movies and topics of the day and junk, nothing personal :-/

You'd have to put us all in a room full of boleros and sangrÃa to get an honest answer to that. That, and the meaning of life.

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Pretty much the same story for all of them. I got bored and dumped them.

S--- She was controlling and manipulative. I was young and stupid. She ended out cheating on me. I'm glad too, since I would probably still be whooped on that.
S--- She was nuts.
T--- She was a little too Asian. (Culture/family)
S--- Also a little nuts. I should have stopped when I noticed her name was the same as my frist X.


There were a bunch of other girls in there that didn't really make it to the "dating" stage, but those don't count.

Hell, IN!

I hate paying for it.

Just for my Asian/Pacific Islander curiosity's sake, could you expand on that? I see my Filipina-ness as my heritage. I'd rather flip out on my husband as going crazy, but I'd prefer to avoid Flipping out on him ethnicity-wise.

Edit: Quoting eludes me.

Edited, Tue Jan 10 16:29:06 2006 by Thumbelyna

My most nasty break up was with my stalker, now I never actually went out with her but I did break up with her. I have told parts of this story before more than a couple times but here is the whole thing.

It all started by me being nice to a fat girl, something you will never catch me doing again. I had gotten a job working in small family run hotel/restaurant as a cook, just out of highschool working to save up for university. This girl was a waitress about 2-3 years older than me. She was not really popular socially and she seemed to take refuge in eating as much table scraps as she could get off the plates. She was a seemingly nice girl though and I had to work with her so I was pleasant and made the occassional joke but paid her no mind.

Of course being attention starved and social cripple she misinterpreted my occassional act of kindness for me being attracted to her. Only to late did I realize what had happened. Now anyone that has been in this situation can sympathize with me. The girl is nice and not bad to work with but I in no way reciprocate her feelings. Being 18 and foolish I pondered how to let her down the most gently. A foolish mistake of my soft hearted youth, I now realize the most practical thing to do is to deny the person in the most crushing and painfully humiliating way so as to brook no hope an even replace a silly crush with hatred. Of course I know that now but at the time I decided to try to ignore it and hope it went away.

She started by trying to offer me rides home, then inviting me to things she was doing with her own friends. She switched her schedule so she worked the same days as me and started letting everyone know at work that she had a crush on me. i kept ignoring it though. I would just go into work, put my head down and do my job and pay no attention.

Until the day she cornered me in the cooler downstairs. Now I cringed slightly figuring that this would be the day she was going to ask me out and that I would have to respond negatively. If only I were so lucky. After making some small talk and her steering towards the direction she hit me with a complete suprise. "Bodhi I want to have sex with you". I am pretty sure my jaw dropped. She started to talk non stop, pouring her heart and soul to me in a jamble of words. If I recall my exact reaction it was me blushing furiously and saying "no thanks" and running out of the room. I still remember the stunned look on her face.

I did my best to avoid being alone with her for the rest of the shift but she managed it again near the end of the day. Telling me that she wanted me to have sex with her. I once again declined and she tried to say it again acting like I didnt understand. I told her I understood but that I did not entirely care to have sex with her.

The girl would not take no for an answer. She followed me at work, she bugged me when I was with my friends, she followed me at the bar, she called me repeatedly. I tried letting her know dozens of times that I was not interested. She wouldnt accept that. At one point both her and her sister tried to lure me to bed at the same time, while discussing "taking turns". An incident that tops the list of all time creepy/gross moments in my life.

Finally one day I snapped. I agreed. We drove back to her place and started fooling around. Now just as we were getting around 3rd base/Home and she was truly getting into it I promptly stopped. She looked at me puzzled, a kind of "WTF" look. I then looked her straight in the eyes and said "Sorry babe, you are not doing anything for me, would you mind driving me home?". The absolute crushed look on her face was enough. I got my shirt, and let myself out of the house. I quit the job 2 weeks later and never really had to deal with her again.

That is how I broke up with my stalker and that is how I became the truly callous f[b][/b]uck you know today. The End.

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T--- -> Crazy Catholic family
C--- -> Long-Distance relationship that ended somewhere between two visits, without any notification on her part

Jewish name that starts with Z? Scary.

Zara. Ziva. Zelda. Zusa.