Not really, but it sounds like a good title. The only guy I ever dated while living in Texas was BSC, and we're still together, married now, so he's not my ex. But that's not what this post is about.
I want to hear some good "ex" stories. Got this idea from my hubby's recent post. But I already know all of his "ex" stories, so I want to hear yours. Let me know when they're posted. There's a prize involved for the winner. Yes, a REAL prize. I will mail it to you, promise. The winner shall be decided by me and my boys (Simba and Benny). Here's a shortened version of some of my more significant relationship ex's:
First boyfriend: Seventh grade, he SMOTHERED me. So I had one of my friends go break up with him for me. I know, I suck. Still keep in contact with him. He's a good friend. We joke about the "good ol' days."
First love: Freshman year of high school. Never even thought of dating this guy until I found out he had the hots for me. He looked cute. He asked me out. We dated for quite a few months. I loved him. He dumped me cause I wouldn't put out. I was FIFTEEN for crying out loud! He then felt bad, but I had moved out of the country. We later became e-mail friends and still are.
First stupid: This guy was a jerk. Treated me bad. Cheated on me. But for some reason I still dated him. Yes, I'm stupid. No I don't keep in contact with him. He's still a bad guy. He sells used cars. I ran into him the other day ... it was weird. Gross.
First long-term: Junior year in high school. We dated for a full year, we had fun. He moved away to college, it ended.
The next relationship started my senior year. And I ended up marrying him. So, I want to hear some good stories about ex-boyfriends/girlfriends/wives/husbands. I have some stories I will post later. Let the memories abound!
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I'll be the first I guess.
The Stalker: Dated a guy that I worked with (bad idea). We dated for a while, but I grew tired of him. But due to the fact that we worked together it was hard to just break up with him. I started "being busy". I lived on my own so one morning I got up went to the bathroom... peed with the door open... because why shut it when I live by myself. Walk into the living room and HE'S sitting on my couch. I did not give him a key nor permission to enter my apartment uninvited. He was worried that we were going to break up... uh yeah stalker! So I asked for the key (that he had stolen from me) back. Told him we were breaking up and called my landlord to get all the lock changed. Unfortunelty we still worked together so that really sucked. He threatened to kill himself if we didn't get back together, I basically said have fun with that (I know heartless bitch, but I wasn't going to pitty date someone like that.) And just for the record he didn't kill himself, I knew he was bluffing.
Hey Lori!!! So good to hear from you! I know it's been forever, glad to hear you and your hubby are doing well!!! Lauren L.Garner
my "stupid" was a rebound. for both of us. i had recently (about 2 weeks earlier) had my heart broken by my long-time thought we would get married ex-boyfriend. he had recently moved back in with his parents after breaking up with his live-in girlfriend. we were both bitter and recovering. we both worked at this summer camp for the summer. he was doing ropes course stuff and i was washing dishes in the kitchen. in the evenings we would go out by the pond with the other summer staff and hang out. i guess we were drawn together because we were both bitter and recovering (as i said before). he was a stupid because: he was a rebound, i was his rebound, we were in the middle of nowhere, he was not my type (exact opposite actually), i was still in love with my ex, he was still in love with his ex, he lived with his parents (he was 25),and a multitude of other factors. so we spent the summer hanging out and then in the fall, we both went back to portland--i to school and he to his momma's place in the west hills (you've heard the everclear song about "i will buy you a big house way up in the west hills" that's where this guy lived)--and decided to become official.
6 months later, he confessed to having cheated on me with his ex in the first week of our "official" relationship.
i stayed with him (what?!! where is your self-respect?!?!). i wasn't ready to admit that i had blown my chances of reconciliation with my ex (that i was still in love with)--having hurt him so badly by promptly going out and getting a new boyfriend who cheated on me . . . that would make me look stupid. so chose to look stupid by staying with the cheater.
i broke up with him about 2 months later (saying i needed to spend time getting myself back together--whole different story not to be shared on the internet).
that summer he married his ex that he cheated on me with.
it was two years before my ex (that i was in love with) would talk to me again.
i really blew it by dating that guy.
good thing i married the man of my dreams in the end. and neither of those two above were it.
that was a long post! sorry!
let's see... benny was pretty much my first official boyfriend (the only one i'll admit to anyway). but before him, i did date The Cheapskate. this guy took me out to dinner at Tony Roma's on our first date and paid for everything with a credit card. On the way home, his truck broke down and we had to walk a mile to the nearest restaurant to call someone. When we got there, he didn't have a quarter to make the call. In the end, I had to call my roommate to come pick us up. I was embarrassed, to say the least. But I continued to see him... mostly because I was a broke college student and liked to go out for dinner so I could actually eat. (I'm terrible, I know). Anyway, one night we went to Blockbuster to get a video and as I was getting out of the truck, I accidently shut it on my finger (found out later that it was broken). Since he was a student-trainer and going to med school, I expected that he would know what to do. He tried to drain the blood out of my finger by using a dart... A DART. He only succeeded in melting my nail. I finally had to send him home and at 2 a.m. I took myself to the ER. Yep. Broken. Oh, and the dart gave me blood poisoning. Yea... I started ignoring him after that. I didn't think we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Apparently, he did. He started sending me flowers and all this shit. Get a clue, buddy. Not. Interested. Yes, again I have proven that deep down, I'm pretty much a bitch.
so, who was the winner? or is the contest over yet?
I'm still accepting stories! Maybe I should clarifiy that in my latest post.
OH! I have tons, and this is what.. two years later. HA! Ok.
My ex has several nicknames: The gay guy, the guy who cried A LOT, the abusive one, and the cheapskate.
Here's just one:
For our first date this guy was awesome. He took me to dinner, to the pottery place, and paid for it all.
For another date he took me golfing. I'd never been. I thought it would be fun. I got all cute in my polo shirt, khaki shorts and shoes. Immediately when he saw me he started making fun of me b/c he thought I looked "rediculous". We get there... we paid and started. He made fun of me the WHOLE time telling me how bad I sucked. (Ummm HELLO, I've never done this before) Well... we finish the SECOND hole (which I beat him at), and he decides it is TOO hot and he just can't take it anymore. I joke around, call him a baby and proceed to the third hole. He STARTS.CRYING and drives us back to the club house. Upon arrival he throws his clubs in the truck in a rage and demands I go in and ask for his money back. I being the complete moron I am.. go inside and ask sheepishly for our money back b/c we didn't play long. The guy inside looks out at the car with my wonderful boyfriend inside and shrugs "If you'll pocket half of it.. tell him I could only give you back half".
I take him his money and leave. Later that night he asks me to pay for dinner from the McD's value menu b/c he is so broke.
Yea. That guy sucked.
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