That one you really shouldn't have.

[MAC]

Lets face it.
Sooner or later there's a girl you just can't say no to whether you should or not.
perhaps she's got a boyfriend.
Or maybe she's a slut.
Or perhaps she's just trouble.

I got lucky, mine was the first.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too good lookin to say no to. And far far too eager to please.
I was blinded by the pooty for damned near 3 weeks.
So much it made my voice lower.
Then after she failed her drivers test for the 3rd time (that seemed to be a theme with every girl I ever had anything to do with) I realised that something was wrong........

Once my brain took over and my nuts quit running the show all my synapsis where on fire screaming "get out"
Then i notice all the other things about her.
the drugs.
the millions of boyfriends....and girlfirends.....and whatever
the fact that she had no intention of working
and couldn't without fucking everyone she worked with.

I was all of 16 and I caught myself in a precarious predicament.
She was Physically everything you could want (or handle) but there was this loooooooooooming feeling of impending DOOM
I got lucky and listened to my head that time.

I have never been able to jump into another one strictly physically since.
She taught me the importance of making sure you can live with one based on something other than sex.

The trail her life took after she left me.....I am glad I did what I did and, oddly, eough, I ve never been sad about it.

So fire up you tails of the tails you should have left alone and post'em here.

And somebody be sure to grunt! :D

edit: I speel pourly

[Pianomahnn]

Ooooooooooo...

I know this.

I spent 3 years in highschool slaving over this woman. She was evil, everyone knew it, everyone but me.

Gah.

I'm so pathetic. She figured out I was finally going to break it off with her, and she asked if she could break up with me because she didn't like being broken up with, I said yes.

But not without telling her the real reasons why I didn't want to be with her anymore; bitch, evil, mean, etc. People said I was harsh, but the truth will set you free.

I'm so glad that was over with, cause you all know what I have now. :)

[Deadpool]

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"MMmmmmm...Love and Lust. Clouded they are."

[Mudflap]

My turn! *grunt!*

*jams the storyteller hat on my noggin*

I was 18 and a freshman in college. I took a part time job at a veterinary hospital because I had the weird notion that I wanted to be a veterinarian. One of my co-workers was a cute blonde 21 year old vet tech. When I started working there she was just a few weeks away from getting married, so I classified her as "unavailable" and treated her as such. We had fun at work and joked around and what not, but I never flirted with her or tried to give her the idea that I was interested. Then she got interested in me. AFTER she was married. Me, her, and another female co-worker went out to shoot pool one evening. Later that night we were at the other co-workers apartment hanging out and drinking beer. The other co-worker disappeared (they had it worked out ahead of time) and the chick put the moves on me. I asked her what the fuck she was doing as she was still a newlywed. She fed me some bull about how bad he was for her and how good I was for her. Me being the dumbass that I was said "fuck it" and started screwing around with this chick. Her husband left her a few weeks later (smart guy) and I found myself in a relationship with this chick. Even worse, I fell in love with her. My first love. For 8 months she manipulated me like silly putty. I'd fight with her all the time but in the end, she always got her way. She trained me very well. It was never my place to initiate sex. That was her job. And she'd always cry after sex. She bought me a NES for my 19th birthday, so I thought she was a keeper.

Hmm...rambling here. Let's get to the good part.

Eight months after we started going out, she was tired of me but she didn't have the intestinal fortitude to dump me. She changed our routine and made all sorts of excuses not to spend time with me anymore. I was in a perpetual state of "wtf?" I finally caught her home on a Sunday morning and I forced her to tell me what the fuck was up. She dumped me and broke my widdle heart. I actually shed tears over that piece of trash. I later found out that she had gotten knocked up by the vet hospital's accountant. That fucker knew we were going out but he nailed her anyway. While we were still dating, mind you. Heh. She got an abortion. I had no part of that. I was out of her life at that point. I also learned that was third abortion. She had gotten knocked up a couple of different times before we ever met. Funny how she never felt the need to tell me that while we were dating.

But wait! There's more!

When the spring semester ended, I decided to take a summer job out of town on a horse ranch. Loved it. Met some loose women and got arrested by a state trooper for riding an ATV across a state highway. It was a great summer. I went back to college in the fall and was settling in nicely. The psycho chick looks me up and gives me a call. I was intrigued, so I met her at the movie theater. While we were watching the movie, she held my hand. I was trying to figure out her game. I had loved her dearly, but this was the chick that had stomped on my heart like Skalie doing a two step at a country western bar. I was totally over her but I still wanted to know what her game was. So, after the movie we went to have a drink and a talk. She told me all about her summer. She let some dude from her hometown move in with her. He was a druggie and a loser with no future and she made it her mission to help him get back on his feet. She let him shack up with her, bought him a new wardrobe, and helped him look for a job which he never found. She'd come home from work and he'd be gone. More often than not, he was at one of the local clubs that the losers and druggies liked to frequent. He stole money from her purse. He slept in her bed. But they NEVER had sex. The bitch actually thought I believed her when she told me that. Anyway, she got tired of trying to help him when he wasn't trying to help himself, so she kicked him out shortly before I had moved back to town. She said she regretted ever breaking up with me because I always treated her so good and all other guys used her and abused her. She wanted me back and asked for a second chance. I thought to myself, "no way in hell am I gonna let this bitch screw me over again." I took the low road and decided to get even with her. I agreed to give the relationship another chance, but I never had any intention of actually doing so. We started going out again. I started tapping dat ass again. She was eager to please me and show me how sorry she was for the way she treated me before. I was calling all the shots. I was having a ball. I fully admit to being a sleaze bag as well.

A few weeks later, she had to own up to being pregnant by that loser she shacked up with over the summer. I wasn't the least bit surprised. She thought I was back in deep enough to let me in on her master plan: We get married. I sign the birth certificate and claim the kid as my own. We live happily ever after. I thought to myself, "wow, this chick is still trying to manipulate me. there is nothing genuine or sincere about her." So, I agreed to the whole thing. "Of course I'll marry you. Of course I'll claim this kid. We're gonna be so happy." She was overjoyed. She had the man of her dreams. (the one that she could manipulate to whatever end she desired)

We kept going out for about two more months. I was tapping dat ass and not giving a damn about birth control. She was already knocked up after all. Then one day we were having lunch and she brought up the issue of adoption. She told me she was considering putting her child up for adoption. I expressed support for that idea. I knew I wasn't going to have any part of raising that kid. I didn't say as much, but she put two and two together and started going off on me about how I never intended to marry her and help raise her kid. She cussed me like a salior during the entire 15 minute drive back to her house. I dropped her off in front of her house and she slammed my truck door and stormed into her house. I thought to myself, "Well, that dumb little game is finally over. " And I drove away.

I never saw her again.

Footnote: She was originally from the mountains of western NC. I later dated another chick from the mountains and she was psycho as well. Must be the altitude or something.


So....um.....do I win?

[MAC]

"So....um.....do I win?"

Probably, but lets wait and see. :(

*theMAC makes a note get to SC one day and buy mudflap a drink*

[TotalAnarchy]

I thought about writing something here, but I thought it be better unsaid. Lets just say that I have a history of going out with the 'wrong' type of girl.

[Mr. Snrub]

Ive only ever had one serious relationship, and it is working very well.
Sorry.

[SatansLeftHand]

no stories here, suffice to say, she actually managed to LOWER my opinion of the french.