A) This thread is gold.
B) My horror story was this guy that I'd seen around for years, but whenever we'd run into each other one of us wasn't single. So, I see him out one night, and being that I was out and trashed, I finally asked him if he was seeing anyone. He smiled at me me and said no, so I asked him out. We went out later that week, had a great time (I thought things went rather well), then I never heard from him again.
So 6 weeks later, I saw him again. I walked up to him and gave him a hug and started chatting with him and I could see him getting more and more uncomfortable. A little later I saw him and the girl he was with sitting to the side and I went over to chat a little more. During this time he started to SQUIRM. And then I got up and walked away. A while later I saw him standing by himself by the dance floor, so I walked over to him and was just like "So, is that girl you're with your girlfriend?" and he said "Yeah, actually it is." And then I start wondering..."So, how long have you guys been dating?"
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"Oh, FIVE AND A HALF YEARS."
I just looked at him and said "Well...THAT explains a few things..." and I walked away. I went over to my friend I was out with who started encouraging me to drink more and go home-wrecking (which I didn't, because if I had that would have made me no better than him).
That was one of the worst. There was also the one who cheated on me extensively, the one who was a closet meth/cocaine addict, the white-boy rapper with cornrows that couldn't take the hint that I didn't want anything serious...
Ugh...I sure know how to pick 'em. >_<
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