Most of us that have dated or know people who have probably know what I'm talking about. There's always that one crazy bf/gf that makes your skin crawl or just plain makes you uncomfortable.
I had one. She was bipolar and schizophrenic. She was so obsessed with me that when I broke up with her, she started dating a guy with the same last name as me.
She made me so uncomfortable that when I was running some errands with my mom, I saw her and her mom. I told my mom to hold the stuff I was carrying, that I was going to disappear for a bit because my ex was there. She took them and I immediately made my way calmly and quickly to a corner over by the changing rooms where there was a door to the outside. I didn't think that I needed to head outside, but I was wrong. I heard her voice coming my way, so I turned and tried to unlock the door.
Now, just to give you a mental picture; I'm a big guy. About 6'0" and built like a linebacker. The girl in question is about...5'3"-ish and has really let herself go since I broke up with her in highschool (this event took place about...4 years after I broke up with her and about 2 years after highschool).
I turned and tried the door. To my horror, I found it locked. You know horror movies, when the big scary thing is getting nearer, they have difficulty with the lock? Yeah, that was me. I was freaking out and it took me a few tries before the door would unlock and I went to my car...only to find them parked right next to me. I moved my car to another spot.
You might call this being a wuss and that it was sad that I reacted in such a way. I call it self-preservation.
So, tell us about your experience with the crazies.
I had one. She was bipolar and schizophrenic. She was so obsessed with me that when I broke up with her, she started dating a guy with the same last name as me.
She made me so uncomfortable that when I was running some errands with my mom, I saw her and her mom. I told my mom to hold the stuff I was carrying, that I was going to disappear for a bit because my ex was there. She took them and I immediately made my way calmly and quickly to a corner over by the changing rooms where there was a door to the outside. I didn't think that I needed to head outside, but I was wrong. I heard her voice coming my way, so I turned and tried to unlock the door.
Now, just to give you a mental picture; I'm a big guy. About 6'0" and built like a linebacker. The girl in question is about...5'3"-ish and has really let herself go since I broke up with her in highschool (this event took place about...4 years after I broke up with her and about 2 years after highschool).
I turned and tried the door. To my horror, I found it locked. You know horror movies, when the big scary thing is getting nearer, they have difficulty with the lock? Yeah, that was me. I was freaking out and it took me a few tries before the door would unlock and I went to my car...only to find them parked right next to me. I moved my car to another spot.
You might call this being a wuss and that it was sad that I reacted in such a way. I call it self-preservation.
So, tell us about your experience with the crazies.
