posted on Jun, 13 2021 @ 07:35 PM
I' guess I've been lucky, because I only had 2 really crazy ones. Well, one psycho, one gold digger. This was back in the mid 80s and me in my early
The first I met at a friend's birthday party and after talking for about an hour, asked if she would like to go out for dinner. She says Yes, so I
pick her up the next night. The conversationalist from the night before was gone. Took about 30 minutes to get to the restaurant and the whole way,
all she talked about was herself. I know some are very nervous on a first date, so I chalked it up to that. Should have been the first red flag.
We get seated and order, but all through dinner, she is rude to the staff, constantly complains about the food, the service, I mean just on and on
about every little thing. Finally when dinner is done, she says all this stress gave her a headache.
I see my way out of this.
I say sorry, I'll take you home so you can get something for it and go to bed early. When we get back to her house, I walk her to the door and tell
her I don't think we fit together and shouldn't take this any farther. She just gives me this flat look and says "You'll get used to me" goes in
the house and closes the door. She continues to call me for a couple weeks and asking "Where are you taking me for dinner this weekend ? " Every
time I tell her we're not dating and never will, she goes ballistic. Yelling, cussing and one time must have thrown something because I heard it
shatter. Once, she followed me to a bar where I was meeting some friends and sat at a table across the room, watching me the whole time.
Her final call was apologetic and she was trying really hard to change my mind, telling me her hormones were out of whack because it was "that time
of the month" I told her "if you're that crazy a week out of every month, I sure as hell don't want anything to do with you. At which, the psycho
comes out again. I finally just hung up and did it every time she called. I'd pick the phone up, hear her voice and put it right back down. Even saw
her driving past my house a few times. That stopped so she must have got her claws into some poor guy. I feel sorry for him, but I'm glad it wasn't