Whoo boy...well...can't say I've had many actual girlfriends.
W---- W simply because my friends and I called her wolf girl...simply because of her facination to wolves (She wasn't all there, granted.). No biggie. Stalked me for almost 6 months until I finally decided to go out with her. That relationship lasted a good day and a half.
L---- Psychotic. She told me she's in love with me on our second phone conversation. I found it odd, but I didn't pay too much mind to it. Rich ***** to make it worse. Too clingy (no duh, Exo.) Dumped her three times in total. (First two, she'd give me the I'll change banter.)
N---- Pychotic. (YAY!) Something didn't feel right. There was a spark at first then it died. She seemed to be more of a friend than a girl friend, though, so I called it off and maintain a friendship...only to find out that she's a *****. Really...really loose *****. Backstabbed another friend of mine, and talks alot of poopie. Didn't really bother to maintain anything at that point.
C---- Gossiper that would make ye Gods blush. I wasn't sure if I was dating her or her mother. I got no respect from her, but since I'm an idiot and fell in love with her, I decided to stick to it for a while (even after she told me she didn't expect this to be a serious relationship at first, that I was supposed to be a 'fling.') Needless to say, I was miserable for a while. Finally initiated the dumping process which she twisted and decided to say every painful comment she could possibly fathom and laugh. This would fall under the "regrets" section of my resume of relationships. Oh...forgot to add, she stirred more crap up between me and my friends two weeks after the relationship already ended before she was out of my life. (Hopefully, permanently...this is quite the not so long ago break up.)
There ya go! I have to admit, I'm quite happy being single.
Edited, Wed Jan 11 15:24:19 2006 by Exodus