I wasted the month of march
I did, I thought I was spending time with someone special, she wasn't. Here it goes, my latest tale of woe, some of the timeline may be a little off because I really don't care but yeah.
It all started a few days into the month, I'm a member of an internet dating site because I can't seem to meet any women in real life. I got a response from a girl and we started messaging back and forth til we eventually swapped numbers. I called her and had the longest phone conversation of my life. We talked for almost four and a half hours until I was ready to pass out. She was funny, interesting, and all in all fun to talk to. I sent her a text the next day seeing what she was up to, she replied back that she was going to go out to a bar where the band that she sometimes sings with was playing. She had talked about singing with the band the night before and that she had a pretty good voice so I asked if it would be creepy if I went out and seen her sing. She said that it would actually be pretty cool to meet me so I told her I'd see her there.
I drove out to this hole in the wall, really shitty little bar in westland, I've been in worse bars before and much better. This place was really lower middle to say at best. I sat with her and a friend of hers, we talked a little, you can't really talk when a band is playing because you can't hear what the other person is saying. She was getting kinda drunk, but I wasn't saying anything because it wasn't a big deal to me. We ended up dancing to purple rain when the band played it and made out a little bit while dancing.
From there she ended up getting a lot more trashed then I would have like to see. I should have left then. In which she asked if I could give her a ride home, I said it would be no problem she'd be on the way. A few drinks later she makes me pinky swear to stay with her that night too. She finally realizes she's had enough and we end up leaving, but I realized that I really had no clue where the hell she lived, and she had fallen asleep in the passenger seat no more than five minutes after leaving the bar. She finally wakes up when we get to allen rd, and eureka to find that my inside passenger door handle doesn't work and has to get the window down very quickly before she vomits. I pulled over and let her finish, then I had her call her roommate because she was still too drunk to know where she was or the landmarks around where she lived. Her friend gives me pretty good directions and I get her home to which she army crawls to the bathroom and vomits more. I sat on the couch and waited for her to finish, then she changed and said time fore bed. I should have left then and never talked to her again.
The following morning I wake to find the bed wet, I only had a few beers the night before so I knew I hadn't wet the bed, there was no liquid on the bed prior to attempting to sleep, so I surmised that she had wet the bed, once again I should have left then. When she woke up and found the bed all wet she tried to claim that she must have spilled a glass of water the night before, I didn't buy it then and still don't buy it now.
I stripped and flipped her bed, helped her remake it so she could get some more sleep, she only got maybe another hour or so, then finally awoke horribly hung over. I went out and bought us some breakfast because I felt bad that she was so hung over. I stayed and hung out with her after eating for another hour or so to which she said that she needed to clean and get a shower. I said I had needed to do some laundry as well and a shower sounded nice so I left. She asked if I wanted to come over for dinner later and I said that'd be great.
I went over for dinner that night, and that's it, just dinner. She was still not feeling that great from the massive hang over that she had suffered from her sins the night earlier so I ended up leaving earlier than I would have liked.
I barely talked to her over the weekend, she said she was sick so I stayed home. But she had gone out with friends on sunday night. I had caught her in a lie but I didn't press the issue since I was trying to make things work with this one. Monday she was supposed to make me dinner again, but never ended up calling. I blew off plans to hang out with Kim and Earl for her but she never called. I ended up watching House with Sara instead.
We ended up going out on tuesday again. Same bar that I had met her in, only this time it was poker and karaoke night. We played poker, she sang, had a decent time. I was going to stay with her again that night but something happened that changed that plan. We stopped at another bar on the way home to see her friend jackie. She was drunk and hanging out with this guy mike, and this guy joe. Joe was emo because his girlfriend had kicked him out, I probably would be too. She ended up telling him that he could crash on her couch and he came back downriver with us. For some reason she didn't want me to stay the night with her that night, it didn't make sense to me then, but now in hindsight, she probably fucked him.
The next night I was supposed to go meet up with the guys for an impromptu fleet gathering, I had called her to see if she wanted to go, but it turned out that Joe's dumbass was still there, she asked me to drive him to a motel and get rid of him, I did. After being late by two hours, on the drive back to the nursery I called and asked if she still wanted to go, she was pussy footing around and I finally said, that it was fine if she didn't want to go.
Thursday I ended up driving her to go see the band again, this time out in canton. We picked up another friend of hers who is dating the guitar player while on the way. While the band was playing Mikey called me and asked if I wanted to make the trip down to Indy with the rest of the group because a few people had dropped out last minute, I told him no since I had just made plans with Jessey for the weekend. I should have gone. I haven't mentioned this yet but she used to date the keyboard player of the band. His current girlfriend wasn't at that particular show. He was drunk and was trying to get her back while between sets. Apparently he didn't like seeing her with another guy. She told me about this on the drive back downriver, and I asked her what she had said back to him she said and I qoute, "I'm with you, why would I want to be with him? You're such a nice guy and you're treating me so well, like no one else ever has, like a real person." We held hands til her phone rang, it was jackie.
We went back to that same bar we had a few nights earlier to meet up with jackie. Jackie was fall down, piss your pants drunk. She can't weigh much over a hundred pounds, after dealing with that bullshit and making sure she had a designated driver we left. I stayed at her house that night, didn't get any but could have if I wanted to.
The next day I bought her a new tongue ring since she had somehow swallowed hers the day prior. While on the way back to her house we found out that jackie had indeed drove the night before and was arrested for a dui. Then I had gone home and watched some cartoons and did somethings that I needed to get done. I went over and watched a movie with her since there wasn't anything going on that night.
Sunday we went to karaoke at that stupid bar. She knows everybody there so I never actually get to hang out with her while we are there. She is texting jackie all night long and finds out that jackie is planning on fleeing to nyc. Jackie asks her to come with her and she says she will. This is when I got stupid, really, really, stupid. I told her that I wanted to come with her. Heat of the moment I'm not thinking properly kind of thing I know this now but yeah. I told her to give me a few months to finish up getting my license and to sell my stuff and I'll move out there.
We talk about it and it sounded like a great idea. I've never been anywhere really, chicago a few times, columbus a couple times, north carolina for granpa's funeral but that's about it. I've never been anywhere and this sounded like an opportunity. She started trying to get her afairs in order so she could move.
We go to the bar for karaoke and poker again, she ends up telling me that she's gonna crash at her friend's house who's the bartender. I said ok and drove home alone. She gets home ok and I'm thinking about calling everything off with her. Like a moron I don't do it.
We go out to see that band one final time, she gets obscenely drunk and tells me she loves me. She sleeps at jackie's place that night. Jackie like a dumbass forgot her phone in the backseat of my car and they wanted me to drive it back out to them after I had already made it home. I didn't, I drove it back the next day and gave jessey a ride back to her house while on the way home.
She had a goodbye party there the following sunday, she gets obscenely drunk again. Her friend nick comes, he gets the type of greeting that I've always wanted, arms thrown around jump in the air and practically glomped greeting. I wanted to leave right then and there, Mikey wouldn't let me, and since he drove I had to listen. Mikey, that guy Mike from the other shit bar, and me all smelled douchebag all over this guy. Jessey almost completely ignored me that night. At 2am she says that he's giving her and jackie a ride back to jackie's house. I said fuck it and went with it.
So it's now monday, she's supposed to leave on wednesday, she leaves me a message on facebook telling me that her phone is shut off, and asks me if I wanted to come over for dinner. Douchebag was still there when I got there, I wasn't a dick to him, I wanted to be but I wasn't. She said that they crashed at jackies, but in hindsight I think they went back to her place and she fucked him. I told her that if she left with jackie that she could be charged with aiding a fugitive, since jackie was committing a felony crossing state lines, she said that I'm not being supportive to her and the only one that had been was the douchebag. Then she made spaghetti and we ate, and she kept leaving the room to go play on facebook. So I left, I was bored, and she wasn't paying me any attention so whatever. I went home and took a bath and read part of my book. I changed my status on facebook to "apparently it's over" which sparked a whole big fight with her on the computer. She told me to come over the next day and talk to her in person so we could figure things out.
I went over and we acted like nothing happened. She told me since she couldn't afford her ticket til the next week that she wasn't leaving the next day. We hung out for a little while, then she asked if I could give her a ride to her mom's on saturday and like a sucker I said yes, and then I went home.
I didn't see her for a few days after that because I had shit going on. Friday night I couldn't sleep, not one wink, so I was up quite early saturday morning, I showered, put on clean clothes, then at noon I went to jessey's and woke her ass up. She got dressed and we drove out to her mom's. After the delightful, very civil argument that she had with her mother, we drove back to her place. She asked if she could stay with me until wednesday because she didn't want to help her roommate pack up the house since the only thing she owned in that house was her clothing. I said it'd be fine, we packed up her clothes and all of her little shit and went back to my house.
I cleaned up my room, and then we watched movies with Mikey. I passed out around the end of the blues brothers and when I woke up they had decided that drinking sounded fun. I joined in while we were watching more movies. She got trashed, again. We talked for a little while in my room about her moving and it affecting me and about her mother, and about other shit, and she said she loved me, again. This time she got me to say it to her too. This is why it hurts so much. Because I did love her. After drinking until 1am we went to bed, where we finally had sex. Then five minutes after we were done, she got motion sick from it and puked all over my bed. She vomited until 2:30 while I cleaned my bed up and got my blankets into the wash.
Sunday was another lazy day, as was monday. Tuesday came around and her mom had been talking to her on the computer about moving to kentucky instead of nyc, and had finally convinced her to go there instead. She would drive her down the next week and everything would be kosher. So that tuesday evening I drove her to her mom's house.
I talked to her briefly wednesday, and again thursday both times on facebook. I hadn't talked to her until saturday and wondered what was up with that so I went to send her a message. She had blocked me. I was talking to jackie's dumbass to see if she knew what was going on, but she hadn't heard from her either. I have a second facebook, for things that I don't want my mother to see, pictures from parties and what not, and to play more games. I logged on there and found her profile and seen that her status was, "laying in bed with nick". Nick was the douchebag from her goodbye party. I sent her a message from my alternate profile saying well at least you could have broke up with me. She replied back with, "We were never together... I never agreed to a relationship... Please just leave me alone... Don't write back just stop... "
I was pissed, hell I still am. We were never in a relationship? Had you not told me you loved me a week before? Had I not told you the same? I don't say that to girls just to get in their pants. Me the cynic hadn't seen through her bullshit, she used me, and once I was no longer any use to her she threw me away. In another guys bed by thursday night after I dropped her off tuesday evening. WTF???
Thankfully I have some amazing friends and they helped me by getting me shitfaced easter night. I still look at her profile everyday because I'm like that, now her info says in a relationship with the douchebag. I think I'm done with women for a while. Maybe a long while
It all started a few days into the month, I'm a member of an internet dating site because I can't seem to meet any women in real life. I got a response from a girl and we started messaging back and forth til we eventually swapped numbers. I called her and had the longest phone conversation of my life. We talked for almost four and a half hours until I was ready to pass out. She was funny, interesting, and all in all fun to talk to. I sent her a text the next day seeing what she was up to, she replied back that she was going to go out to a bar where the band that she sometimes sings with was playing. She had talked about singing with the band the night before and that she had a pretty good voice so I asked if it would be creepy if I went out and seen her sing. She said that it would actually be pretty cool to meet me so I told her I'd see her there.
I drove out to this hole in the wall, really shitty little bar in westland, I've been in worse bars before and much better. This place was really lower middle to say at best. I sat with her and a friend of hers, we talked a little, you can't really talk when a band is playing because you can't hear what the other person is saying. She was getting kinda drunk, but I wasn't saying anything because it wasn't a big deal to me. We ended up dancing to purple rain when the band played it and made out a little bit while dancing.
From there she ended up getting a lot more trashed then I would have like to see. I should have left then. In which she asked if I could give her a ride home, I said it would be no problem she'd be on the way. A few drinks later she makes me pinky swear to stay with her that night too. She finally realizes she's had enough and we end up leaving, but I realized that I really had no clue where the hell she lived, and she had fallen asleep in the passenger seat no more than five minutes after leaving the bar. She finally wakes up when we get to allen rd, and eureka to find that my inside passenger door handle doesn't work and has to get the window down very quickly before she vomits. I pulled over and let her finish, then I had her call her roommate because she was still too drunk to know where she was or the landmarks around where she lived. Her friend gives me pretty good directions and I get her home to which she army crawls to the bathroom and vomits more. I sat on the couch and waited for her to finish, then she changed and said time fore bed. I should have left then and never talked to her again.
The following morning I wake to find the bed wet, I only had a few beers the night before so I knew I hadn't wet the bed, there was no liquid on the bed prior to attempting to sleep, so I surmised that she had wet the bed, once again I should have left then. When she woke up and found the bed all wet she tried to claim that she must have spilled a glass of water the night before, I didn't buy it then and still don't buy it now.
I stripped and flipped her bed, helped her remake it so she could get some more sleep, she only got maybe another hour or so, then finally awoke horribly hung over. I went out and bought us some breakfast because I felt bad that she was so hung over. I stayed and hung out with her after eating for another hour or so to which she said that she needed to clean and get a shower. I said I had needed to do some laundry as well and a shower sounded nice so I left. She asked if I wanted to come over for dinner later and I said that'd be great.
I went over for dinner that night, and that's it, just dinner. She was still not feeling that great from the massive hang over that she had suffered from her sins the night earlier so I ended up leaving earlier than I would have liked.
I barely talked to her over the weekend, she said she was sick so I stayed home. But she had gone out with friends on sunday night. I had caught her in a lie but I didn't press the issue since I was trying to make things work with this one. Monday she was supposed to make me dinner again, but never ended up calling. I blew off plans to hang out with Kim and Earl for her but she never called. I ended up watching House with Sara instead.
We ended up going out on tuesday again. Same bar that I had met her in, only this time it was poker and karaoke night. We played poker, she sang, had a decent time. I was going to stay with her again that night but something happened that changed that plan. We stopped at another bar on the way home to see her friend jackie. She was drunk and hanging out with this guy mike, and this guy joe. Joe was emo because his girlfriend had kicked him out, I probably would be too. She ended up telling him that he could crash on her couch and he came back downriver with us. For some reason she didn't want me to stay the night with her that night, it didn't make sense to me then, but now in hindsight, she probably fucked him.
The next night I was supposed to go meet up with the guys for an impromptu fleet gathering, I had called her to see if she wanted to go, but it turned out that Joe's dumbass was still there, she asked me to drive him to a motel and get rid of him, I did. After being late by two hours, on the drive back to the nursery I called and asked if she still wanted to go, she was pussy footing around and I finally said, that it was fine if she didn't want to go.
Thursday I ended up driving her to go see the band again, this time out in canton. We picked up another friend of hers who is dating the guitar player while on the way. While the band was playing Mikey called me and asked if I wanted to make the trip down to Indy with the rest of the group because a few people had dropped out last minute, I told him no since I had just made plans with Jessey for the weekend. I should have gone. I haven't mentioned this yet but she used to date the keyboard player of the band. His current girlfriend wasn't at that particular show. He was drunk and was trying to get her back while between sets. Apparently he didn't like seeing her with another guy. She told me about this on the drive back downriver, and I asked her what she had said back to him she said and I qoute, "I'm with you, why would I want to be with him? You're such a nice guy and you're treating me so well, like no one else ever has, like a real person." We held hands til her phone rang, it was jackie.
We went back to that same bar we had a few nights earlier to meet up with jackie. Jackie was fall down, piss your pants drunk. She can't weigh much over a hundred pounds, after dealing with that bullshit and making sure she had a designated driver we left. I stayed at her house that night, didn't get any but could have if I wanted to.
The next day I bought her a new tongue ring since she had somehow swallowed hers the day prior. While on the way back to her house we found out that jackie had indeed drove the night before and was arrested for a dui. Then I had gone home and watched some cartoons and did somethings that I needed to get done. I went over and watched a movie with her since there wasn't anything going on that night.
Sunday we went to karaoke at that stupid bar. She knows everybody there so I never actually get to hang out with her while we are there. She is texting jackie all night long and finds out that jackie is planning on fleeing to nyc. Jackie asks her to come with her and she says she will. This is when I got stupid, really, really, stupid. I told her that I wanted to come with her. Heat of the moment I'm not thinking properly kind of thing I know this now but yeah. I told her to give me a few months to finish up getting my license and to sell my stuff and I'll move out there.
We talk about it and it sounded like a great idea. I've never been anywhere really, chicago a few times, columbus a couple times, north carolina for granpa's funeral but that's about it. I've never been anywhere and this sounded like an opportunity. She started trying to get her afairs in order so she could move.
We go to the bar for karaoke and poker again, she ends up telling me that she's gonna crash at her friend's house who's the bartender. I said ok and drove home alone. She gets home ok and I'm thinking about calling everything off with her. Like a moron I don't do it.
We go out to see that band one final time, she gets obscenely drunk and tells me she loves me. She sleeps at jackie's place that night. Jackie like a dumbass forgot her phone in the backseat of my car and they wanted me to drive it back out to them after I had already made it home. I didn't, I drove it back the next day and gave jessey a ride back to her house while on the way home.
She had a goodbye party there the following sunday, she gets obscenely drunk again. Her friend nick comes, he gets the type of greeting that I've always wanted, arms thrown around jump in the air and practically glomped greeting. I wanted to leave right then and there, Mikey wouldn't let me, and since he drove I had to listen. Mikey, that guy Mike from the other shit bar, and me all smelled douchebag all over this guy. Jessey almost completely ignored me that night. At 2am she says that he's giving her and jackie a ride back to jackie's house. I said fuck it and went with it.
So it's now monday, she's supposed to leave on wednesday, she leaves me a message on facebook telling me that her phone is shut off, and asks me if I wanted to come over for dinner. Douchebag was still there when I got there, I wasn't a dick to him, I wanted to be but I wasn't. She said that they crashed at jackies, but in hindsight I think they went back to her place and she fucked him. I told her that if she left with jackie that she could be charged with aiding a fugitive, since jackie was committing a felony crossing state lines, she said that I'm not being supportive to her and the only one that had been was the douchebag. Then she made spaghetti and we ate, and she kept leaving the room to go play on facebook. So I left, I was bored, and she wasn't paying me any attention so whatever. I went home and took a bath and read part of my book. I changed my status on facebook to "apparently it's over" which sparked a whole big fight with her on the computer. She told me to come over the next day and talk to her in person so we could figure things out.
I went over and we acted like nothing happened. She told me since she couldn't afford her ticket til the next week that she wasn't leaving the next day. We hung out for a little while, then she asked if I could give her a ride to her mom's on saturday and like a sucker I said yes, and then I went home.
I didn't see her for a few days after that because I had shit going on. Friday night I couldn't sleep, not one wink, so I was up quite early saturday morning, I showered, put on clean clothes, then at noon I went to jessey's and woke her ass up. She got dressed and we drove out to her mom's. After the delightful, very civil argument that she had with her mother, we drove back to her place. She asked if she could stay with me until wednesday because she didn't want to help her roommate pack up the house since the only thing she owned in that house was her clothing. I said it'd be fine, we packed up her clothes and all of her little shit and went back to my house.
I cleaned up my room, and then we watched movies with Mikey. I passed out around the end of the blues brothers and when I woke up they had decided that drinking sounded fun. I joined in while we were watching more movies. She got trashed, again. We talked for a little while in my room about her moving and it affecting me and about her mother, and about other shit, and she said she loved me, again. This time she got me to say it to her too. This is why it hurts so much. Because I did love her. After drinking until 1am we went to bed, where we finally had sex. Then five minutes after we were done, she got motion sick from it and puked all over my bed. She vomited until 2:30 while I cleaned my bed up and got my blankets into the wash.
Sunday was another lazy day, as was monday. Tuesday came around and her mom had been talking to her on the computer about moving to kentucky instead of nyc, and had finally convinced her to go there instead. She would drive her down the next week and everything would be kosher. So that tuesday evening I drove her to her mom's house.
I talked to her briefly wednesday, and again thursday both times on facebook. I hadn't talked to her until saturday and wondered what was up with that so I went to send her a message. She had blocked me. I was talking to jackie's dumbass to see if she knew what was going on, but she hadn't heard from her either. I have a second facebook, for things that I don't want my mother to see, pictures from parties and what not, and to play more games. I logged on there and found her profile and seen that her status was, "laying in bed with nick". Nick was the douchebag from her goodbye party. I sent her a message from my alternate profile saying well at least you could have broke up with me. She replied back with, "We were never together... I never agreed to a relationship... Please just leave me alone... Don't write back just stop... "
I was pissed, hell I still am. We were never in a relationship? Had you not told me you loved me a week before? Had I not told you the same? I don't say that to girls just to get in their pants. Me the cynic hadn't seen through her bullshit, she used me, and once I was no longer any use to her she threw me away. In another guys bed by thursday night after I dropped her off tuesday evening. WTF???
Thankfully I have some amazing friends and they helped me by getting me shitfaced easter night. I still look at her profile everyday because I'm like that, now her info says in a relationship with the douchebag. I think I'm done with women for a while. Maybe a long while