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...it doesn't have to be an ex-girlfriend or boyfriend or husband or wife. Could be an old friend you fell out with...or whoever. But I'm curious, as I now enjoy my fifth Sam Adams Winter Lager, and my girlfriend sleeps a room away again angry that I'd rather be online than sleeping next to her...(even though it's nothing personal, I just can't sleep well at night)...what is the worst thing someone formerly close to you has said to/about you?
I'll go first. And maybe last, if no one else chimes in.
OK...2000-ish. A girl I'd had a crush on for a long time; she was a hostess at a diner, I finally got her to go out with me...it went on about three weeks, we were completely retardedly mismatched...then it ended. She said, and I almost remember exactly:
"You belong in a home, with other people like you. Do have any idea how fucking boring it was listening to you go on and on about James Dean and the Monkees. Jesus Christ it was like listening to my grandfather or something."
OK, then a month or two later, a girl I met at a thrift store, and hung out with a few times, made out with once or twice, then one day we drove around all day long and I was really bored and said, maybe, two words to her all day. Then she dropped me off.
An email from her, later that day:
"Most guys I go out with...even if it doesn't work out, I know basically what I'm getting into. They lay their cards on the table. But with you...you don't even seem to acknowledge the table."
I have more, but now someone else.
I'll go first. And maybe last, if no one else chimes in.
OK...2000-ish. A girl I'd had a crush on for a long time; she was a hostess at a diner, I finally got her to go out with me...it went on about three weeks, we were completely retardedly mismatched...then it ended. She said, and I almost remember exactly:
"You belong in a home, with other people like you. Do have any idea how fucking boring it was listening to you go on and on about James Dean and the Monkees. Jesus Christ it was like listening to my grandfather or something."
OK, then a month or two later, a girl I met at a thrift store, and hung out with a few times, made out with once or twice, then one day we drove around all day long and I was really bored and said, maybe, two words to her all day. Then she dropped me off.
An email from her, later that day:
"Most guys I go out with...even if it doesn't work out, I know basically what I'm getting into. They lay their cards on the table. But with you...you don't even seem to acknowledge the table."
I have more, but now someone else.