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Post by shin on Sept 18, 2006 16:25:19 GMT -5
No. I sent her an email saying I couldn't take her to the show and that I regretfully had to sell my tickets, she never responded, and I went with someone else.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Sept 18, 2006 17:02:11 GMT -5
i would have said a lot more than that... little wench.
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Post by shin on Sept 18, 2006 17:19:08 GMT -5
I was scared that I was either going to get killed and/or drive her to suicide, so I really felt like doing whatever I could to avoid both and get out asap was the best option.
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Post by samplestiltskin on Sept 18, 2006 17:25:36 GMT -5
ah.. that's very mature of you. ... i admit i've probably caused those fears in previous relationships (at least the suicide thing) and i feel like shit for putting people through that. very selfish, and of course immature. but i got over it, and while i feel like because i've 'been there' i should have more tolerance for other people doing it, i kind of don't. i don't forgive myself for doing it, why should i excuse it in anyone else. guess karma's catching up with me, now it's me dealing with suicidal freaks.
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Post by shin on Sept 18, 2006 19:39:09 GMT -5
She actually made a post on her blog like a week later that suggested she was going to cut herself and that she didn't care about going to NIN shows if she felt lonely, unattractive and unloved. Then she didn't log in for a few days, and I was like "fuck, don't tell me she went ahead and killed herself", but then she came back on and I knew I was in the clear. At that point I pretty much forgot about it, and only bring it up when I talk to others about Freaks I've Dated.
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Sept 19, 2006 3:53:54 GMT -5
My dating tales pale in comparison. My dating history is filled more with hopeless losers than with psychos. Throw in a pinch of drug addiction, a dash of mental illness, a dose of spite and a handful of low IQ; stir in a generous helping of social retardation and bake until done. That pretty much sums it up. It's a wonder I ever got married. sounds like theres some awesome wacko stories you got up your sleeve, Tunes. Spill it. Mary, that date was terrible...I'm sorry, but I laughed. Ken, no girls are unapproachable. Cameron Diaz got approached by a fucking loser & ended up dating him for 3 years. And Justin Timberlake is whiter than even I am. Brother ain't got nothin on you. Approach those girls, my friend. Approach them good. No seriously, I've wasted way too many hours of my life in bars thinking "geez that guy is cute, I wish he'd approach me". It sucks. I'm little drunk right now. |
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Post by wayved on Sept 20, 2006 21:31:47 GMT -5
I was once married to a woman who threw her fist through a fishtank throwing water and fish all over the place, pulled a knife on me, let go of the steering wheel while driving over the bridge on the interstate, and after the divorce paperwork was filed and I wanted to check on her to see how she was, she showed me the gun she bought.....She thought I was cheating on her or something is what she said. She was just fucking nuts. She broke my GBV CDs in half saying the "devil was in them"....Her husband now called me up a couple years ago to ask me "Hey--she is NUTS--what should I do?" I told him to RUN.
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Post by wayved on Sept 20, 2006 21:32:41 GMT -5
I tried counseling.....but she threw me out of the car cos she thought I was looking at another woman!
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Post by rockysigman on Sept 20, 2006 21:48:49 GMT -5
Man, that other stuff is rough, but breaking your GBV CDs is just unacceptable.
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Post by Kensterberg on Sept 20, 2006 22:33:51 GMT -5
Any woman who'd break cds deserves to be dumped ASAP.
I lost the first disc of Dylan's Biograph that way once. Right in the middle of an argument she grabs the disc and breaks it!
I feel your pain, man.
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Post by wayved on Sept 21, 2006 23:29:24 GMT -5
No pain now-but man she was crazy! But it wasent about me at all--she could have broken anything she wanted to--I didnt care about that really....
I feel bad for HER. Totally threw me for a loop. I hope she is doing OK today.....She had some issues and I waqs just the laughing gnome that was supposed to take it all away.
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Post by wayved on Sept 21, 2006 23:34:18 GMT -5
It really took a long time to get over that shit. Im pretty solid but man--it was a DESCENT INTO MADNESS.
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Post by Mary on Sept 22, 2006 0:15:07 GMT -5
OK, I have to tell this story. It's not about me. It's not really even about a freak, per se, but just a meet-the-parents scenario gone horribly, drastically, unbelievably awry. Truly one of the most hilarious and most horrible stories I've ever heard, and I know the girl and I swear it's 100% true:
So this girl was meeting her girlfriend's parents for the first time and was extremely nervous. Both for all the obvious meet-the-parents reasons but also because she really didn't know how her girlfriend's parents felt about the fact that their daughter was dating another woman. To make things even more awkward, her girlfriend was french, and her parents only spoke totally rudimentary english. Her french was better than their english, though not by much, so everyone at the dinner table was speaking french.
So then she needs to use the bathroom. So she asks in french where the bathroom is, and she uses some term that she thinks is the most polite possible way of saying "bathroom" in french. Her girlfriend's parents direct her to this room, and she walks in and closes the door and then she's all confused because all she sees is a very big sink. Yet she's positive that she's just been directed to the bathroom and that she's gone exactly where she was supposed to, so she can't figure out what's going on. (turns out, in retrospect, she asked for a "washroom" and not a bathroom, so she was directed to a room where one can wash up and freshen up, but not where one can pee!) She's soooo nervous that she somehow manages to convince herself that what is, quite obviously, a sink, is really some weird kind of french toilet, and she doesn't want to go back and ask again and embarrass herself, especially if this thing really is a toilet and she's perceived as culturally insensitive.
Sooooo, after panicking and pondering her dilemma for a minute, she climbs up on the sink and proceeds to urinate into it.
This already sounds bad enough, yes?
Oh no, it gets so very, very, very much worse.
Because the sink is not intended to hold up the weight of a human being.
Thus, while her pants are down, and she is awkwardly crouched upon her girlfriend's parents' sink, mid-way through urinating in it, the entire sink rips out of the wall, with her on it, and collapses onto the floor.
Consider this: you're at your girlfriend's house and you manage to rip her parents' sink out of the wall while peeing in it. Needless to say, it makes an unholy crashing sound as it smashes into the ground, so everyone at dinner comes running to the "bathroom" to see what has happened and to make sure she is all right.
Well, it gets still worse. Not only has she just destroyed the sink while peeing in it. Additionally, because she was crouching awkwardly on top of hte sink, when it hit the ground, she smashed her chin onto her knee and knocked her front teeth out.
So when her girlfriend and her parents open the door, she is lying half-naked in the sink, which is in the middle of the floor, in a pool of urine, with blood dripping down her chin and her teeth on the floor, and with a giant hole in the wall where the sink ripped out behind her.
Worst. Parental. Meeting. Ever.
Cheers,
M
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Post by rockysigman on Sept 22, 2006 0:22:58 GMT -5
Mary.
Your friend wins whatever award we're giving out here. No freaks involved really, but that is a horrible, horrible date. Yikes.
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Post by Ryosuke on Sept 22, 2006 0:35:04 GMT -5
Words fail me.
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