This most likely doesn't fit the thread criteria, but this was something that used to bother me.
I remember really well my first ever proper kiss with a girl. Was in a club with my friends when only just old enough to get in, and this random girl sat on my lap and snogged me in front of all my friends. Was awesome.
Anyway, less than a year later, I was sat in this bar with mates, waiting for out last friend to arrive. He came in with his new GF. (the same girl!!).
She acted like we just met for the first time.
Later on we became friends and new her for about 6/7 years as she became close to our friends.
I was never sure if she really did not remember me, or remember kissing me. Or whether she is just the type of girl to snog random dudes on a Saturday night before closing.
When I was about 20 I met a girl in a night club. Made out loads and exchanged numbers then forgot about it.
She said she was the same age (20) then later on in the night she revealed she was 19.
Day or so later we were texting (fine) then she admitted she was in fact 17 years old. Then before I knew it she was contacting me through Myspace, my email account and had messaged friends of mine asking about myself (they dobbed her in to me).
I got stabbed. She went full crazy ass, not in a hot way (ok kind of still in a hot way) and stabbed me with a steak knife in the arm.
Yeah it was a little hot. Can't lie. She didn't spend the night any more after that though.
Didn't happen to me but a buddy of mine. He broke up with a girl after dating her a month or so. About a week later the chick showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night with her mother. The mother then accosted him for "using her daughter for sex".
I spent way too much of my time back in the late 80s with a crazy chick by the name of Yvonne.
In fact, she became such a bane to my existence that I can't even stand that name to this day. She was an OK chick to occasionally sleep with but then she became obsessed with me & went out of her way to make my life miserable. She used to follow me in her car when I was on dates with other girls & even tried to get friends of her's to attack my pregnant girlfriend so that she'd lose our baby. And they'd have done it too if one of them hadn't realized how sick of a plan it was & warned me about it. Then that individual went to the police with me & told them about it & Yvonne was arrested for criminal conspiracy to cause bodily harm. Only after that was I able to get a restraining order against her.
Yeah, she was genuinely psychotic. And, no. The sex definitely wasn't worth it. She was pretty nice to look at but she was into strange stuff that I just found more distracting than arousing.
As it turned out, one of her other boyfriends wound up getting killed in a motorcycle accident while "racing with her car" after an argument at a party. I've no doubt that she ran him off the road but she wasn't charged.
She also had this weird relationship with an uncle of her's that I always suspected was incestuous & he wound up shooting himself after setting fire to the house that he sometimes shared with her. Which I'm certain was over her.
The last I ever saw of her was during the final court appearance required of her back in 1991. She didn't go to jail for the conspiracy but she did get probation & mandatory psychiatric counseling. After which I heard she moved to Florida.
Probably 20 years ago a girl contacted my girlfriend through Instant Messenger and told her she was in love with me. She knew DETAILS about me. It was definitely someone I knew. She was very cordial and contacted my gf multiple times always telling her something new about me or my family to prove she knew me. I even talked to her once and I couldn’t figure out who it was. She didn’t even seem to have an agenda.
I knew one girl who liked me and always came off as crazy. But there’s no way she had that level of info about me.
I had two exes who knew me well enough to pull that off, but neither of them had any way at all to know how to get in touch with my gf or even that I had a gf. But both of those relationships ended amicably and they were both were very level headed girls.
To this day I don’t know who it was. The communication just ceased one day. No threats, no drama, no dead animals on my doorstep.
Arrived home I pour us drinks ; she doesn't drink with me and smoke a whole joint by herself in 5 minutes. She is now in full zombie mode, not reacting to all the shit I say or the music I put. She avoid one or two kisses. I ask her what's wrong and got mild "everything's good" backlash. The situation seems to go for ages. In the end not giving a fuck anymore I create some kind of dumb argument trying to create a bit of back and forth, and in litteraly 30 seconds we go from fake wrestling, to me trapping her under the sheets, to her immediately puting her pants down, not in a sexy way at all but in a rapey "do what you want with me" way
I'm not hard at all at that moment so we have to work for it (there was zero foreplay before) ; she does the strict minimum like a robot, we fuck, she is still in robot mode, that sucks, it ends, and boom zombie again. We didn't do anything after, she soon fell asleep and we never reached back after. Don't know what was wrong with her but I'm pretty sure there was some fucked up things in her past.
Otherwise I recently moved, was pretty amused finding 4 pairs of unidentified girls socks in my stuff, a bit less with the panties tainted with old blood/shit hidden behind my bed
Having sex with a drunk girl right after she got raped is a HUUUUUGE no no... omg.
Told me she had pussy cancer while I was fucking her.
Pulled about a 2 and a half at a club one night. Before I pulled her I gave my number to her friend (an 8) when in a cab on the way to the club. Turns out Miss 2 and a half had memorised my number too! Note this was a land line number back in those days.
Fast forward to the Monday night, i'm smoking bongs with my mates and the house phone rings, it was the 2 and a half out of the blue! Went upstairs to take the call, my mates were listening on the phone downstairs, remarkably funny for them but fucked for me.
She was on my face!Or she was off her face at the time.......
Told me she had pussy cancer while I was fucking her.
I honest to God did not know she was engaged until she told me on the way back home. But yeah, I still feel like an asshole.Cool story bro... literally.
I thought "Lol, you cruel bastard" after fucking her and kicking her out, but you didn't get her in trouble with the law for the bank thing, so you aren't that cruel.
A bit hypocritical to do to her fiance what her boss did to you, no? That was the entire catalyst of this story. Lol
Also... where the hell can one get a drive through protein shake?