Ok... I have to respond to Mental Laundry's post about significant-other-ex-run-ins.... I TOTALLY understand.... I have an infuriating/entertaining story of my own....
When D and I first started sleeping together he had just broken up with a particularly psycho gal (more insane than me, shocking) you know the type; the emailing at 4am, stalking, stopping by unannounced type. At any rate D and I would go out a lot together, even though things were pretty casual, we ran around in the same group of friends. One night I had to stay home for a bit to finish a paper, with the promise that I'd meet them out. At around midnight I got a call from one of the girls saying to delay a bit if I could, the psycho ex who I'll just call The Skank from now on had shown up at the bar. Now, I am not one of those chicks who backs down from this kind of thing usually, I mean who cares if the ex is there or not? But, considering she was given to throwing fits I thought... "Eh.. I'll just stay in, no need for drama." Well, I ended up falling asleep on the couch, all dolled up and everything. When D came back (he and I lived next door to one another at the time) he found me there and woke me.... Apparently The Skank came right up to their table at the bar and sat down next to him. She made small talk briefly then venomously asked; "So which one of these whores are you fucking? I heard you've got some new slut already, which one is it?" My girls were not in the least flustered and one of them replied to her rude little query with "The current whore is not here tonight, she's stayed home to get some work done. And while she may be a slut, she's a much prettier slut than you, and better educated, so I suppose D took the upgrade where he could." Everyone laughed, including D. The Skank just stared at him for a second, and he replied with; "Its true, she's pretty cool, but I'm glad she's not here, I wouldn't want her to think that I've dated girls like you. Please don't talk to me anymore." When he told me this I was pleased, but not entirely thrilled, I'd seen The Skank, she's gorgeous. Tall, thin (very, thin) blonde, very, very pretty... And soooo rich. But she disappeared for a while. About a month later, at the same bar, D was gone for the weekend, to the National Guard, so it was just me and the girls, we ran into her again. By process of elimination she must have known it was me. She never said anything but sort of had me cornered at one point, shooting the horrid stares my way, trying to intimidate. Finally I requested that we leave. I thought it was over when I heard she was moving back to Germany, but I had one last run-in with her last summer. D bought her sister's couches (The Skank's last lame attempt to get him back) and she came by to see how well they fit into his new place. Rather, she stopped by unannounced (see above, this is her way) in the morning, sort of early... I had slept over (this was the summer of my suicide attempt so I was living at my parent's house, I was only allowed to stay with D) and there was a knock at the door. He was in the shower, so I slipped into an ARMY shirt and some pj pants (obviously too big for me) and ran to the door.. The landlord was showing the place at the time, so I figured it was probably him. Nope, it was her. The look on her face was priceless. I just tilted my head to one side and said "Yes?" She said: "Does D live here? Or do I have the wrong place?" As if she didn't know... Her sister's couches were in plain view. Me: "You have the right place." She just stood there. At this point he's out of the shower and in the living room. His face was stony. I looked at him for a second and said: "I'm gonna run home for a second and get the coffee, and take a shower, I'll be back." He smiled briefly at me, and I turned to go. The stupid bitch wouldn't let me out the door. She just stood there glaring. So I simply, gently, pushed past her. I could hear her screeching all the way home! I couldn't help laughing. I never asked what she said, I don't care! The point is: Exes suck! They are never nice to you, or if they are its in a really fake way. Whatever, women are catty, I don't know how else to explain it.
Read ML's account of her ex experience... much more interesting than mine...
When D and I first started sleeping together he had just broken up with a particularly psycho gal (more insane than me, shocking) you know the type; the emailing at 4am, stalking, stopping by unannounced type. At any rate D and I would go out a lot together, even though things were pretty casual, we ran around in the same group of friends. One night I had to stay home for a bit to finish a paper, with the promise that I'd meet them out. At around midnight I got a call from one of the girls saying to delay a bit if I could, the psycho ex who I'll just call The Skank from now on had shown up at the bar. Now, I am not one of those chicks who backs down from this kind of thing usually, I mean who cares if the ex is there or not? But, considering she was given to throwing fits I thought... "Eh.. I'll just stay in, no need for drama." Well, I ended up falling asleep on the couch, all dolled up and everything. When D came back (he and I lived next door to one another at the time) he found me there and woke me.... Apparently The Skank came right up to their table at the bar and sat down next to him. She made small talk briefly then venomously asked; "So which one of these whores are you fucking? I heard you've got some new slut already, which one is it?" My girls were not in the least flustered and one of them replied to her rude little query with "The current whore is not here tonight, she's stayed home to get some work done. And while she may be a slut, she's a much prettier slut than you, and better educated, so I suppose D took the upgrade where he could." Everyone laughed, including D. The Skank just stared at him for a second, and he replied with; "Its true, she's pretty cool, but I'm glad she's not here, I wouldn't want her to think that I've dated girls like you. Please don't talk to me anymore." When he told me this I was pleased, but not entirely thrilled, I'd seen The Skank, she's gorgeous. Tall, thin (very, thin) blonde, very, very pretty... And soooo rich. But she disappeared for a while. About a month later, at the same bar, D was gone for the weekend, to the National Guard, so it was just me and the girls, we ran into her again. By process of elimination she must have known it was me. She never said anything but sort of had me cornered at one point, shooting the horrid stares my way, trying to intimidate. Finally I requested that we leave. I thought it was over when I heard she was moving back to Germany, but I had one last run-in with her last summer. D bought her sister's couches (The Skank's last lame attempt to get him back) and she came by to see how well they fit into his new place. Rather, she stopped by unannounced (see above, this is her way) in the morning, sort of early... I had slept over (this was the summer of my suicide attempt so I was living at my parent's house, I was only allowed to stay with D) and there was a knock at the door. He was in the shower, so I slipped into an ARMY shirt and some pj pants (obviously too big for me) and ran to the door.. The landlord was showing the place at the time, so I figured it was probably him. Nope, it was her. The look on her face was priceless. I just tilted my head to one side and said "Yes?" She said: "Does D live here? Or do I have the wrong place?" As if she didn't know... Her sister's couches were in plain view. Me: "You have the right place." She just stood there. At this point he's out of the shower and in the living room. His face was stony. I looked at him for a second and said: "I'm gonna run home for a second and get the coffee, and take a shower, I'll be back." He smiled briefly at me, and I turned to go. The stupid bitch wouldn't let me out the door. She just stood there glaring. So I simply, gently, pushed past her. I could hear her screeching all the way home! I couldn't help laughing. I never asked what she said, I don't care! The point is: Exes suck! They are never nice to you, or if they are its in a really fake way. Whatever, women are catty, I don't know how else to explain it.
Read ML's account of her ex experience... much more interesting than mine...
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