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Let's do some more crazy date stories!
Please, for the love of cheese, Ol Auntie Blas doesn't want to feel like the lone freak magnet around here, mmkay?
I was seeing a guy for a month or so, nothing too serious right away, trying to take it slow and do the right thing. He was kind of at the point of pulling a typical move that people pull when they start getting comfortable, which is the transformation from Jekyl to Hyde. Best behavior, over, now you can meet the real freak.
I mean, there had been an orange flag or two on the way, but I had nipped those in the bud with my new stance on life, which is "This is my time, I don't put up with other people's irrational hangups anymore". (he had made a fuss about a girls' night that my friends and I were going to have. I basically told him I'm going out with my girlfriends to the bar if I want to, tough shit, I don't deal with hermits or guys with hangups anymore)
Needless to say, polite and mature turned into cussing every other word (I'm no Virgin Mary but I do try to act like a damned lady in public!) and all of a sudden making a huge ass deal out of any little thing. I mean, everything was an emergency.
Anyway, we'd planned a nice Saturday evening in at a hotel.
We had our usual problems, him saying "fuck" every other word and we had at least one "emergency" he was freaking out about before we finally calmed down and went to bed. Well, at least, I did.
I was violently awoken about an hour after we turned the TV off to him telling me that we couldn't stay here and we were leaving. NOW.
I was half asleep so I kind of listened to him whine and scream about how he was attacked by a ghost....(don't even try to defend him here anyone. Seriously, DON'T. He stayed at my parents' house before, which has at LEAST one active spirit in it, and he slept like a damned baby and didn't make any scenes. Not to mention, from living in two old houses, I'm pretty sensitive to spirits occupying rooms).
As I said, I was half asleep, so his attacked by a ghost story had me like "Oh....you were having a dream. You're ok." I rolled over.
He started shouting. "GET UP! We're LEAVING!"
I actually opened my eyes and saw he was now fully dressed and shoving shit into his duffel bag as fast as he could. "WE ARE NOT STAYING HERE! WE'RE LEAVING NOW! There's something in this room! I am NOT staying here!"
I only tried once to tell him that he probably had sleep paralysis or a nightmare, as I have really had dreams at times where you can honestly think you're unable to move and something has you. That was met with "FUCK!" every other word and him yelling that something had him.
Yeah....no big surprise that the following day, I had to do OT at work, so I went home as early that morning as I could to go home and sleep for that evening at work, and I spent that evening kind of thinking to myself and whatnot....he barely texted me and completely ignored me the next day, then thankfully, Tuesday he did the dirty work for me and did the "I don't see where this is going" thing.
Thank God.
Please, for the love of cheese, Ol Auntie Blas doesn't want to feel like the lone freak magnet around here, mmkay?
I was seeing a guy for a month or so, nothing too serious right away, trying to take it slow and do the right thing. He was kind of at the point of pulling a typical move that people pull when they start getting comfortable, which is the transformation from Jekyl to Hyde. Best behavior, over, now you can meet the real freak.
I mean, there had been an orange flag or two on the way, but I had nipped those in the bud with my new stance on life, which is "This is my time, I don't put up with other people's irrational hangups anymore". (he had made a fuss about a girls' night that my friends and I were going to have. I basically told him I'm going out with my girlfriends to the bar if I want to, tough shit, I don't deal with hermits or guys with hangups anymore)
Needless to say, polite and mature turned into cussing every other word (I'm no Virgin Mary but I do try to act like a damned lady in public!) and all of a sudden making a huge ass deal out of any little thing. I mean, everything was an emergency.
Anyway, we'd planned a nice Saturday evening in at a hotel.
We had our usual problems, him saying "fuck" every other word and we had at least one "emergency" he was freaking out about before we finally calmed down and went to bed. Well, at least, I did.
I was violently awoken about an hour after we turned the TV off to him telling me that we couldn't stay here and we were leaving. NOW.
I was half asleep so I kind of listened to him whine and scream about how he was attacked by a ghost....(don't even try to defend him here anyone. Seriously, DON'T. He stayed at my parents' house before, which has at LEAST one active spirit in it, and he slept like a damned baby and didn't make any scenes. Not to mention, from living in two old houses, I'm pretty sensitive to spirits occupying rooms).
As I said, I was half asleep, so his attacked by a ghost story had me like "Oh....you were having a dream. You're ok." I rolled over.
He started shouting. "GET UP! We're LEAVING!"
I actually opened my eyes and saw he was now fully dressed and shoving shit into his duffel bag as fast as he could. "WE ARE NOT STAYING HERE! WE'RE LEAVING NOW! There's something in this room! I am NOT staying here!"
I only tried once to tell him that he probably had sleep paralysis or a nightmare, as I have really had dreams at times where you can honestly think you're unable to move and something has you. That was met with "FUCK!" every other word and him yelling that something had him.
Yeah....no big surprise that the following day, I had to do OT at work, so I went home as early that morning as I could to go home and sleep for that evening at work, and I spent that evening kind of thinking to myself and whatnot....he barely texted me and completely ignored me the next day, then thankfully, Tuesday he did the dirty work for me and did the "I don't see where this is going" thing.
Thank God.
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