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Poll: BFs from Hell
Forget the ones that got away. I know we've probably all had schitty boyfriends.
Re: Poll: BFs from Hell
My very first boyfriend gave me a concussion in PE class when I was a freshman in HS (he was a senior, had a glorious mullet, and drove a Ford Tempo). Knocked me over when we were playing dodgeball.
Then he broke up with me via phone... as he was receiving a blowjob from the girl he'd been cheating on me with. I didn't understand his groans at the time, but when I finally learned through the grapevine years later, it made sense why he was saying, "Mmmmm... I really think we should just... *groan*... mmm... be friends."
My ex (that I lived with) informed me he was quitting his job and going back to school. Not asked, not discussed, informed. This was after he'd already enrolled.
I was gone within a month.
-- told me we had to be friends after we broke up (i said no)
-- then he told me that he wanted to ask this other girl out, and if it worked out with her, then we could break up (to this day, i regret missing this glorious opportunity to slap his face)
-- hated my parents because they wouldn't let him call them by their first names (they don't even call each other by their first names)
-- followed my friends around and demanded answers from them ("dude, you are a loser." "WHY WON'T SHE RETURN MY CALLS?" "... what did i just say?")
-- told me that he plans to put me in his will. he plans to be cremated, and he wanted me to make some pottery with his ashes.
i was 16. he was in therapy and made me go with him once in a "couple's counseling" sort of way.
i broke up with him after that because hell, i was only 16 and didn't need that drama.
then he had a friend call my mother and tell her he had been stabbed. he came by a day or two later and wouldn't take off the fake bandage to show me his scar. and i wanted proof.
then he admitted to lying, and i wouldn't acknowledge him ever again after that. i cringe at the thought of him ever kissing me. blech.
Second bf from hell: Stalker Boy I mentioned before.
We dated for three months or so, and he stood me up at Christmas. I tried calling him probably a half dozen times, and he never returned my call. I, of course, was totally crushed because I really liked this guy.
So I went home for Xmas break and vowed to not see him ever again.
Of course he came crawling back and I told him to go fuckoff.
He knew my brother's major, and where his studio was, and he started showing up there. My brother had no idea who this dude was until he started talking to him and he said, "So... how's Stinky these days?"
Bro called and asked who the creepy dude was who was watching him. I told him to call campus police if he didn't leave him alone.
FF to Valentine's Day - I got a package in the mail. It was a box that had been gift-wrapped on the inside, and held a cute white teddy bear, a fake rose, a note, and a ticket to a Taiwanese acrobatic show on VD night. The note urged me to meet him there so he could "make it up to me."
I got dressed up, met him there, watched a great show, then went back to his place where I... *ahem* received. And when it came time to return the favor, I put my clothes on, told him never to call or write me again, and walked out.
I dated a lot, so I have a lot to draw from.
The worst - Immaturity at its finest. Cute guy. But he was 15 y.o. mentally. I ended up getting a restraining order, having a college hearing about it, etc. Ffwd to 2008 and I get a random voicemail apology from him. He'd recently broken up w/his g/f and he thought of how badly he'd been to me and how apologetic he should have been about it all. The voicemail sounded sincere. Of course, he could've been stalking me to see where I'm living now to find me and chop me into spam chunks.
One of these screams 14yo, and the other screams 65yo.
he was 24.
i also dated
-- far side cartoon card for vd
-- suggested we get married while i was still in college and he was in grad school (okay, granted, i didn't realize what a bullet i had dodged until many years later but still)
-- insisted on listening to the jerky boyz (God bless your oldness if you know what i am talking about)
Oh Lawd ...
ExH, couldn't get/keep a job to save his life; always starting some kind of business at my expense. Last I heard from him, he was on his way down for DD's HS graduation!
Young dude (5 yrs my jr) with his own transportation business had 'sisters' all over town; dude was gunned down in '05, prolly woman scorned related.
My 1st serious BF broke my heart for some high yellow skinny heifer, who purposely caught preggers,so he married her & she in turn screwed him over .. royally! Last I heard he was still living with his Mommie even after she moved to CA to get away from his drama.
I dated a guy on and off from the time I was 18 and fresh out of HS. He was 24 when I met him. I was desparately infatuated/in love with him. I got played left and right by him. He would be uber-possessive of me, but refused to call me his girlfriend and wanted nothing to do with meeting my family.
My parents never met him and hated him. I was living with them the first time around dating him and would constantly lie (at 18!) to them about going to stay with a girlfriend or whatnot. I just didn't want to hear about how they didn't know this guy. I was so so stupid.
I broke up with him when I was 19 and we did not speak for 8 months, except for the one time I saw him at a friends house and gave him his stuff that I had back. I saw him out a couple times and pretty much walked the other direction. I ran into him and we started talking again. I was dating someone else at the time. When things started going south with my boyfriend, he and I started hanging out a lot.
We hooked up again when I was 21. We kept it casual that time around. Pretty much sex only. He moved to California the summer I was 21. I knew he was leaving, but he up and left and called me two weeks after he moved.
I saw him one more time when he came home for Christmas that year. We hooked up one last time and the sex was horrible. I pretty much felt nothing for him after that.
He called me the day I moved into my house. I was dating DH at the time and told him so. The last time I heard from him was Christmas 2004. He wanted to know if I was still with "that guy". I told him we were getting married. I never heard from him again.
We had some good sex. That's about it. We fought like cats and dogs. Didn't see eye to eye on anything. And let's face it, there's something wrong with a 24 (almost 25) year old man who wants to date an extremely green 18 year old.
Dated:
-Man who checked my odometer after supposedly hearing from his friend that we were sleeping together
-Whose favorite color was white.
-Who broke up with me after claiming he was dating a girl named "sarah" for a few months. Yeeahhhh. Sure.
Dated:
-Boy who didn't like BJs because they "tickled"
Dated:
-First bf who broke up with me through my college friend, called while I was at work and told her all about how he found a new girl and then told my friend not to let me know. Promptly said, "good luck" to said friend and then hung up.
Oh and then there was the guy in HS that was arrested for having knives and other such weapons in his van. His name was Sam. My mom called him "Son of Sam". He was crazy.
And then there was the guy I dated my freshman year of HS. We broke up, but stayed friendly. That was until my Sr. year of HS and he and I were hanging out and started making out and I wouldn't have sex with him (we never had before) and he called me a btch. That was the end of that.
Oh and then there was one more guy...Gah, I really had some winners. We were casually dating. I went out with a group of my friends one night and he was at the same place. He was drunk as hell and wanted me to take him home and I did not want to take him home with me that night. I told him that several times. He proceeded to follow me almost to my car, screaming obscenities at me. Thankfully my friend was with me. I got the hell out of there. He proceeded to call my cell phone all night and leave screaming VM's. I never called him again. My friend ran into him a couple months later and he asked about me. She told him what he did (he didn't remember much) and where to stick it.
He wasn't a bf from hell, but I once dated a guy who was about 4" shorter than me, and who had the itsiest, bitsiest little pecker I've ever seen. The first time we had sex, I had to ask to be sure he was using it correctly. (No, my ladycave is not like a hallway, tyvm.)
-we started dating on day of HS graduation - he was 7mos younger, but a year behind in school (due to timing of his b/day) - dated for just shy of a year and a half.
-lost our virginity to each other
-sex was fantastic, but after about 6 months or so of sleeping together started feeling "guilty" because of his "religion" (some sort of Christianity) and thought that we should stop having sex. oral was borderline ok.
- sex continued for a while, but he got more insistent on the whole religion thing so eventually tailed off a few months before we broke up
-the longer we dated - more he started trying to pressure me to go to his church (it was an independent Christianity-based church). I went a few times to make him happy, but thought that it was BS, and told him it wasn't going to be a regular thing. this upset him, and he started to get more fanatical about the whole church thing.
-He cheated on me (kissed another girl) - and called and told me about it that evening. I dumped him immediately. He claimed he wasn't interested in her, it just happened. They started dating a week or 2 later, and just got married a few months ago. (We broke up in 2002)
-He never graduated college (i think he's at community now) and to my knowledge works at a Best Buy. From what I've heard, his wife is something of a whore - so I'm hoping Karma bites him in the ass and she'll eventually cheat on him.
Oh yeah, and then there was the guy who was a recovering alcoholic...He was 23 or 24. He was on this side of stalker. Called me constantly after 2 weeks and a date and a half. I gotthefuck away from him ASAP.
And of course there was the guy who was a total racist bigot. At least he brought it out on the second date so I knew never to call him again after that.
Similar to this. Hot UCLA swimmer. Poet. Kinda cute. He was Jewish which was a bonus. Had no bellybutton and his penis was 2 inches when hard. I kid you not. I had no idea if he was in or not.
I had a "friend with benefits" who had the smallest, but thickest *** I've ever seen. It was like half of a coke can.
We never had sex, and he didn't give oral (so he wasn't getting any from me!) but even a HJ was an adventure.
Could be worse. Could be Herschel Whywontyoucomebacktome Lastname.
Well I already mentioned the throwing of dead flowers on my lawn (he drove from NH to MD to do this), and the multiple emails after we broke up, so let's just continue with that guy:
-Took me to dinner with his ex and her new bf. He told me ahead of time he couldn't afford to pay for both of us. When the check came, I pulled out my wallet, but he put down cash and told me he had it. Then when we got to the car he told me how much I owed him. He told me he just didn't want his ex to think he made me pay for my meal. He did this AGAIN a few months later with friends.
-When we broke up, he refused to tell anyone. He made some comment at a party and I told him to stop treating me like he was still my BF. He was livid that I would say this in front of his friends, because "the fact that we broke up was none of their business."
-He called me from the hospital where he was being treated for kidney stones. I'd had kidney stones while we'd dated, and he decided that it was a sign that we were meant to be.
-A little more detail on the rambling emails. One told me about the dream he had where I died, and begged me to call to tell him I was okay. One was during the DC sniper attacks, telling me to be careful (even though I was in college in NY at the time). One was to brag about his awesome speech writing job where everyone thought he was such a great writer (I used to make fun of how awful his writing was). I sent that one back redlined. Couldn't resist.
-Oh, a few years back I got a Christmas card from him. The return address label clearly indicated that he had a wife, but the card was only signed by him.
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