JeffNJ
08-29-2002, 11:56 AM
Okay, this is way off-topic, but what is the chat section for, after all? By the way, hi to anyone who remembers me, which is probably no one anymore. Now, without any further adu...
One week ago today I met this wonderful woman outside my apartment. She's 22 (I'm 24), friendly, funny, quick-witted, and just an all-around pleasure to talk to. As an added bonus, she's also quite hot. I was able to learn all of these thing after speaking to her for only a few minutes in the rain before we both went back to our respective apartments (in the same complex). Immediately before parting ways however, I asked her out, and she accepted.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'>
I left a note on her door Sunday afternoon because I had gone over to invite her to brunch, only to find that she wasn't home. She called me the next day, said she loved the note, it was cute, sorry she missed me, etc. and asked if I was free for dinner that night (this is Monday - 3 days ago). I was free, and we agreed I'd pick her up at seven.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>
This is probably the most important part of the story to understand: From 7 until midnight, I had the most amazing time. This girl is truly incredible. I cannot explain (and will not try to) everything about her that caused us to click as well and as quickly as we did, but suffice it to say, it was by far the most enjoyable evening I've had a long time.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/inlove.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':love:'>
To give her the most support I can get this particular group to appreciate, perhaps I will share a little. We passed a red S13 coupe on our way to dinner. I pointed to it and said, "I used to have a car just like that, but mine was black. In case I ever mention it, you'll know what I mean." to which she replied "You used to drive a 240? I love those. That was my first car, and I've missed it ever since I got rid of it". Floored, I said, "Perfect! Now when you see the framed two page magazine ad hanging on the wall in my apartment, you won't think any less of me." Her response to that was, "Oh, I've got to show you pictures of my old car!"
I could go on endlessly about everything else we said and did that night, but I think those few seconds out of the evening should be enough for this forum. So, there you have it folks. She's one of ours.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'>
Now that you have an inkling of an idea how well Monday night went, you're ready for Tuesday night. I was supposed to see her so we could "chill on the front stoop and talk" but on my way there (a sixty foot walk - give or take ten) I decided to check my voice mail. I had a message from her fiancee...
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/crazy.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':crazy:'>
...who very calmly asked me to stop seeing her. She had completely forgotten to mention anything about him existing, but his request seemed reasonable enough, so I obliged. It was tough to not call her or see her - to give her a piece of my mind - but I resisted.
Wednesday, I spent the better part of my day telling the story to everyone in my office I'm friendly with, much to the amusement of all. "Where do you find these people?" was a common response, only out-numbered by "You're kidding!" I assure you, I am not kidding.
Later that night, she called me to say that I should disregard that message. It was left by her roommate who is, for lack of a better word, derranged. To hear her tell the story, they used to be dating, but are no longer. Don't ask why they're still living together, because she won't be able to produce an answer any better than "free rent", which is, quite frankly, not an answer. She'll also tell you they were never engaged, but the guy is obsessed. He also treats her like dirt, and supposedly I can ask the neighbors or local police to back her up on that. Oh, and he's thirty. Still wondering why she's living there? Yeah, so am I. But, inspite of the fact I think she's complete insane, and living with a total fuckhead, she wants to continue seeing me anyway .. ya know, insisting her and the fuckhead are over and done with. Uh-huh.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/hmmm.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':hmmm:'>
So, welcome to the soap opera that has been my week. Even though this version of the story is very cliff-noted, I think there's enough here for you to get a basic grasp on everything. That all said then, what should I do?
Obvsiously, the sensible thing to do is to run. Run fast, and run hard, never looking back. And that would be easy - if Monday night had not been so incredible. Then again, do I really want to persue something with a girl who obviously has a colorful assortment of her own pyschological problems? And, for that matter, is it even in my best interests to so much as befriend this girl if her pyscho-obsessed (ex?)boyfriend/roommate lives in the same building I do? But, of course, can I really avoid her entire (and terribly unfortunate) situation and still maintain a good conscious about letting her abuse continue .. knowing full well it's all going on right around the corner?
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/mad.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':angry:'>
It's not easy, I know. But, if any of you were in the same situation (and have managed to read this far) what would you, honestly, do? Thanks a bunch.
One week ago today I met this wonderful woman outside my apartment. She's 22 (I'm 24), friendly, funny, quick-witted, and just an all-around pleasure to talk to. As an added bonus, she's also quite hot. I was able to learn all of these thing after speaking to her for only a few minutes in the rain before we both went back to our respective apartments (in the same complex). Immediately before parting ways however, I asked her out, and she accepted.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'>
I left a note on her door Sunday afternoon because I had gone over to invite her to brunch, only to find that she wasn't home. She called me the next day, said she loved the note, it was cute, sorry she missed me, etc. and asked if I was free for dinner that night (this is Monday - 3 days ago). I was free, and we agreed I'd pick her up at seven.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>
This is probably the most important part of the story to understand: From 7 until midnight, I had the most amazing time. This girl is truly incredible. I cannot explain (and will not try to) everything about her that caused us to click as well and as quickly as we did, but suffice it to say, it was by far the most enjoyable evening I've had a long time.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/inlove.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':love:'>
To give her the most support I can get this particular group to appreciate, perhaps I will share a little. We passed a red S13 coupe on our way to dinner. I pointed to it and said, "I used to have a car just like that, but mine was black. In case I ever mention it, you'll know what I mean." to which she replied "You used to drive a 240? I love those. That was my first car, and I've missed it ever since I got rid of it". Floored, I said, "Perfect! Now when you see the framed two page magazine ad hanging on the wall in my apartment, you won't think any less of me." Her response to that was, "Oh, I've got to show you pictures of my old car!"
I could go on endlessly about everything else we said and did that night, but I think those few seconds out of the evening should be enough for this forum. So, there you have it folks. She's one of ours.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/biggrin.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':D'>
Now that you have an inkling of an idea how well Monday night went, you're ready for Tuesday night. I was supposed to see her so we could "chill on the front stoop and talk" but on my way there (a sixty foot walk - give or take ten) I decided to check my voice mail. I had a message from her fiancee...
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/crazy.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':crazy:'>
...who very calmly asked me to stop seeing her. She had completely forgotten to mention anything about him existing, but his request seemed reasonable enough, so I obliged. It was tough to not call her or see her - to give her a piece of my mind - but I resisted.
Wednesday, I spent the better part of my day telling the story to everyone in my office I'm friendly with, much to the amusement of all. "Where do you find these people?" was a common response, only out-numbered by "You're kidding!" I assure you, I am not kidding.
Later that night, she called me to say that I should disregard that message. It was left by her roommate who is, for lack of a better word, derranged. To hear her tell the story, they used to be dating, but are no longer. Don't ask why they're still living together, because she won't be able to produce an answer any better than "free rent", which is, quite frankly, not an answer. She'll also tell you they were never engaged, but the guy is obsessed. He also treats her like dirt, and supposedly I can ask the neighbors or local police to back her up on that. Oh, and he's thirty. Still wondering why she's living there? Yeah, so am I. But, inspite of the fact I think she's complete insane, and living with a total fuckhead, she wants to continue seeing me anyway .. ya know, insisting her and the fuckhead are over and done with. Uh-huh.
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/hmmm.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':hmmm:'>
So, welcome to the soap opera that has been my week. Even though this version of the story is very cliff-noted, I think there's enough here for you to get a basic grasp on everything. That all said then, what should I do?
Obvsiously, the sensible thing to do is to run. Run fast, and run hard, never looking back. And that would be easy - if Monday night had not been so incredible. Then again, do I really want to persue something with a girl who obviously has a colorful assortment of her own pyschological problems? And, for that matter, is it even in my best interests to so much as befriend this girl if her pyscho-obsessed (ex?)boyfriend/roommate lives in the same building I do? But, of course, can I really avoid her entire (and terribly unfortunate) situation and still maintain a good conscious about letting her abuse continue .. knowing full well it's all going on right around the corner?
<img src="http://www.zilvia.net/f/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/mad.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':angry:'>
It's not easy, I know. But, if any of you were in the same situation (and have managed to read this far) what would you, honestly, do? Thanks a bunch.