I thought with all the Tiger Woods and Infidelity threads, it would interesting to hear about the one before The One.
My Worst.
I met a girl at a party that was smoking hot. 5'9 auburn hair blue/grey eyes. She approached me and I was floored that as good as the package was on the outside, she was smart as a tack and very witty. Id just gone through a divorce and without leading with that fact, it came up. She didn't have a problem with it and I didn't feel the need to talk about it anymore than that but she knew right away that I had kids and still wanted to keep talking. We ended up meeting for lunch a few days later after some emails and phone calls. Great conversation, financially independent, and also found out she was a pilot for a large private jet company who loves college football. I started thinking God was trying to throw me a bone after the debacle I had gotten out of. We would talk a couple times a week and went out maybe once a week. We always met at the place we were going so it was never akward, just very good conversations and relatively innocent flirting. We meet up in Dublin one night to have a few with a couple she was friends with. Fun evening, I was driving so I stayed sober, and her friends were also very cool people to hang out with. Then out of the blue, my tall red head says to her girlfriend, "We need to take these guys to a good strip club". I start thinking in back of my mind "Dear Penthouse, I always thought these stories were made up". We go to the club (im not a huge fan in general, but it was fun) and she is buying lap dance after lap dance. Asking me which girl I think is the hottest one in there so she can buy a dance from her and I can watch. Remember, I just got through a 2+ year divorce, so I had no visions of searching for the one. If I was, it would have been a little bit of a turn off, but I wasn't, so hey HEY hey. She started getting really drunk so we (he friends boyfriend and myself) thought it was best to head home (back to her friends house). We get back there and they immediately go to the bedroom and shut the door. This girl starts undressing and acts like if she doesn't have me right now, she will explode. I was too sober and she was too drunk and I just couldn't do it. I know, AV, Im a pussy. So I offer to drive her home. She gets pissed and tells me to leave. I ask if her friends will give her a ride in the morning and she basically tells me to go to hell. Oh well, I thought. She's drunk and she'll appreciate this in the morning. Well I head home and about noon the next day I get a call. "Why the hell did you leave me here?". Im thinking, wow, seriously? "I thought you were getting a ride from your friends". She says "They aren't leaving the house till 6 tonight and I dont want to wait that long". I started laughing, which really pissed her off. I agreed to come get her and take her to her car which was at her work. I drive over to pick her up and I can tell she's actually still a bit drunk. She proceeds to yell at me from Dublin to the Airport. As we pull in she gets out of my car and is still yelling at me. The window is down, she shuts the door and is still yelling at me. I just sort of chuckled and said "later", and drove off. Well a couple of days pass and Im feeling really good about my decision to not follow through on my opportunity that night. She then calls me, really upset and says she wants to talk. I say, OK...talk. She then starts telling me how she lost her pilots license because she was diagnosed with severe depression. Her Dr. told her that she was bi-polar, but apparently once you have that diagnosis, you lose your pilots license forever (good call on that if you ask me). She talked him into calling it depression so that her license was just suspended for medical reasons rather than revoked. She said she needs me to read more on Bipolar disorder so we can see each other again and I can understand her better. I told her that I can try to be a friend to her, but I have no interest in dating and that Im sorry if thats cruel but I have 2 kids. She did a 180 so quickly that night that I felt uncomfortable that she lived in the same state as my kids, let alone meet them. Apparently the medication she was on doesn't mix well with a pint of gin with a splash of tonic.
Anyway thought it would fun to share stories of the ones that we're glad that got away.
My Worst.
I met a girl at a party that was smoking hot. 5'9 auburn hair blue/grey eyes. She approached me and I was floored that as good as the package was on the outside, she was smart as a tack and very witty. Id just gone through a divorce and without leading with that fact, it came up. She didn't have a problem with it and I didn't feel the need to talk about it anymore than that but she knew right away that I had kids and still wanted to keep talking. We ended up meeting for lunch a few days later after some emails and phone calls. Great conversation, financially independent, and also found out she was a pilot for a large private jet company who loves college football. I started thinking God was trying to throw me a bone after the debacle I had gotten out of. We would talk a couple times a week and went out maybe once a week. We always met at the place we were going so it was never akward, just very good conversations and relatively innocent flirting. We meet up in Dublin one night to have a few with a couple she was friends with. Fun evening, I was driving so I stayed sober, and her friends were also very cool people to hang out with. Then out of the blue, my tall red head says to her girlfriend, "We need to take these guys to a good strip club". I start thinking in back of my mind "Dear Penthouse, I always thought these stories were made up". We go to the club (im not a huge fan in general, but it was fun) and she is buying lap dance after lap dance. Asking me which girl I think is the hottest one in there so she can buy a dance from her and I can watch. Remember, I just got through a 2+ year divorce, so I had no visions of searching for the one. If I was, it would have been a little bit of a turn off, but I wasn't, so hey HEY hey. She started getting really drunk so we (he friends boyfriend and myself) thought it was best to head home (back to her friends house). We get back there and they immediately go to the bedroom and shut the door. This girl starts undressing and acts like if she doesn't have me right now, she will explode. I was too sober and she was too drunk and I just couldn't do it. I know, AV, Im a pussy. So I offer to drive her home. She gets pissed and tells me to leave. I ask if her friends will give her a ride in the morning and she basically tells me to go to hell. Oh well, I thought. She's drunk and she'll appreciate this in the morning. Well I head home and about noon the next day I get a call. "Why the hell did you leave me here?". Im thinking, wow, seriously? "I thought you were getting a ride from your friends". She says "They aren't leaving the house till 6 tonight and I dont want to wait that long". I started laughing, which really pissed her off. I agreed to come get her and take her to her car which was at her work. I drive over to pick her up and I can tell she's actually still a bit drunk. She proceeds to yell at me from Dublin to the Airport. As we pull in she gets out of my car and is still yelling at me. The window is down, she shuts the door and is still yelling at me. I just sort of chuckled and said "later", and drove off. Well a couple of days pass and Im feeling really good about my decision to not follow through on my opportunity that night. She then calls me, really upset and says she wants to talk. I say, OK...talk. She then starts telling me how she lost her pilots license because she was diagnosed with severe depression. Her Dr. told her that she was bi-polar, but apparently once you have that diagnosis, you lose your pilots license forever (good call on that if you ask me). She talked him into calling it depression so that her license was just suspended for medical reasons rather than revoked. She said she needs me to read more on Bipolar disorder so we can see each other again and I can understand her better. I told her that I can try to be a friend to her, but I have no interest in dating and that Im sorry if thats cruel but I have 2 kids. She did a 180 so quickly that night that I felt uncomfortable that she lived in the same state as my kids, let alone meet them. Apparently the medication she was on doesn't mix well with a pint of gin with a splash of tonic.
Anyway thought it would fun to share stories of the ones that we're glad that got away.
Well after my senior year I still had an internship to do before I had enough credits to graduate
so I was pretty much working there every night during the summer after I got done at my internship. Not that all of you are aware but there is a huge amount of
turnover with the managers at these places since the pay isn't all that great and you work 60+ hours a week. Well one day I show up to work and find that
we have a new service manager that just transferred to our store. She was a petite blonde, great body, who loved to party. A couple of weeks later we start
hanging out and after about a month of dating she tells me that she is getting transferred to a store in Kansas City. Not a huge deal since it was early on but
she tells me that she still wants to date.
I freak out and really don't know what the hell I am going to do since I clearly don't want to continue the relationship but now feel forced to wait
and see what happens since she is pregnant with my kid. She's back in KC and every time we talk on the phone she is planning our wedding and asking me to
help her come up with names for our baby. I am in total denial. Two weeks later she comes back and we are going to have dinner with her mother so I can meet
her since we are having a baby together. On our way to the restaurant she tells me that she isn't pregnant that it was a false alarm. I ask her how long
she has known and she tells me a couple of days. I wanted to fucking kill her right there. After taking her home from dinner I tell her I can't do this
anymore and we need to quit seeing each other. She flips out and tells me I am an asshole since the only reason why I hadn't broken up with her was because
I thought she was pregnant. I tell her she is right and haven't seen her since.
Dont be shy schnee, we're all friends.
