Rubber Neckin’

This inspired me to share a story

tfln

A long, long time ago a man I was dating asked me to respond to a message from his ex on Facebook.  I had logged on to his Facebook account to change his profile picture while we sat on my couch.  While I was doing so his messenger popped up. It was his ex so he asked me to tell her he was unavailable.

His Ex: Hi!!!!

Me: This isn’t J***.  He can’t talk right now.

His Ex: Oh! Who is this?

Okay so clearly I had a choice at this point.  I could have just ignored her or closed messenger or I could do what I did, which was… be a complete asshole and tell her exactly who she was talking to.  This girl hated me. She hated me with a passion and in my opinion she had absolutely no reason to.  She had also been quite vocal about it to anyone who would listen for quite some time.

Me: This is Teri.

His Ex:  You stole my boyfriend you bitch.  Why would I want to talk to you?

Me: I was just letting you know, at J***’s request, that he isn’t able to talk right now.  I don’t want to be having this conversation anymore than you do.

His Ex: Fuck you! You stole my man.  You are such a whore!

A few short moments later the guy I was dating’s cell phone rang. I logged him off of my computer and asked if it was her.  He nodded as he hit the talk button.  “Tell your whore…” “…want to talk to that cunt,” I heard her screaming. He just hung up.  He apologized to me. “It doesn’t bother me,” I smiled and shrugged.  “Were you two dating when we met?” I asked. It wasn’t the first time it had come up. “Teri, we broke up two weeks before I met you.” he answered.  “I don’t really care. I just wondered,” I said. “She is crazy,” he added. “Clearly.”

I genuinely didn’t care.  I had met the man six months earlier, one night at a bar.  He approached me.  He flirted with me.  He was there with friends.  We sat and talked.  We wound up making out.  He called me the next day and wanted to do something again that weekend.  His relationship status never occurred to me.  I didn’t think anything would come of our night but six months later I was sitting on my couch with his arm around me watching movies.  I was fine with how we met and didn’t care about who had been in his arms before I was.

The ex was another story.  They had dated for three months and when they broke up she had a hard time letting go.  The night we met, she showed up at his friends’ bar hopping birthday celebration about half an hour before.  He told her to go home because he was just trying to have fun with his friends.  Thirty minutes later I was in the picture.  That weekend while I was at his place meeting some of his friends and having a few drinks, his ex texted him asking what he was doing.  He said he was hanging out with some friends and the girl he had just started dating.  Every cell phone in the group started vibrating.  She was texting everyone, trying to find out who I was and what I looked like.  I even posed for a picture so one of their mutual friends could send it to her.  While all this data was being thrown back and forth, two things happened.  Everyone decided that I was awesome and “the ex” decided she hated me.

She would tell anyone who listened that I stole her man.  I was a bitch.  I was a boyfriend stealer.  I was a whore.  The truth is none of that matters.  She was too busy blaming me for what happened to realize that even if they were together he didn’t have much respect for her. He was interested in me from the moment we met.  He was so engaged it never occurred to me that he may even have a girlfriend.  She hated me for taking something that didn’t belong to her.  He didn’t even belong to me.  People aren’t possessions.  He made a decision.  I made a decision.  Rather than be pissed at the person who was involved in her pain, she chose to hate me.  We never met but she will probably blame me for whatever pain she felt forever.

I can’t imagine holding on to that kind of animosity for six months after a relationship ended.  To me that is just nuts.  And if you are going to be pissed at someone maybe it should be the one you are emotionally tied to and not a complete stranger.  When it comes to jealousy and misplaced anger, I could not care less.

Exes shouldn’t really factor in to a new relationship. They were never part of your life and have no in your relationship with anyone.  Some relationships don’t work.  Women should spend more time focused on the future instead of constantly looking back.  That shit is just a pain in the neck.

A Rant: Crazy Girls and the Stupid Ass Men Who Love Them – The Saga Continues

Earlier this year I wrote a piece about a male friend of mine and his absolutely insane decision to move a girl with two kids into his house after three weeks of dating.  She was telling him she loved him after four days but that is not the point… actually that is exactly the point.  Men throw the word crazy around like ever woman on the planet has some form of mental illness. (And fuck you because I am not crazy!) They always say it like it’s a bad thing.  It is something men say when describing a girl who’s having trouble letting go, who cries or expresses emotion about some other dickhole thing he said or did.

Then one magical day it is just cute and perfect and completely normal that you would invite a woman you barely know to live with you because she told you she was in love four days after meeting you. To me that is fucking crazy.  That is irrational and quite frankly a tad bit desperate.  What is done is done and I have surmised that men may think showing emotion is crazy but committing to someone you barely know right out of the gate is just fucking dumb.

I digress. What I am really want to say is, “I told you so!”  My dear friend and his cuckoo bananas girlfriend broke up.  I really thought that relationship might have some longevity. I thought surely moving Ms. Crazy as a Bag of Hair into your house was a really sane decision and would make for such a healthy relationship.  I am not sure who is actually crazier.

So the beautiful part of this whole story is now, she has no place to go.  Yup! She and her child are still living in his house, posting private things about their breakup and throwing the occasional “I Will Survive” post when she’s feeling slightly manic. It is like watch a slow motion animated train wreck. It makes something tragic vastly easier to deal with and pretty amusing, especially for everyone that tried to warn both of them about the inevitable outcome to their zany relationship.

I’ve talked to him once since all this has happened.  I hopped onto FB Messenger the second I saw him log in. He said he just really wanted her to find a place to live. After all the advice sought and disregarded, he chose to be crazy with her. Now he just has some girl with nowhere to go living in his house.  A girl who is posting way too much information on Facebook about things their friends don’t need to know.  I just want to take a moment to say “Yay to over-sharers!”

So just to recap…

Dude thinking: If a girl shows emotion that isn’t blind adoration for her partner, she is crazy.  If she tells him she loves him before she’s seen his apartment she is just cute as bug’s ear and the kind gal a guy wants to commit to.

This girl’s thinking: When I see a man fall head over heels for some girl whose sole purpose for living seems to be spending time with this guy she just met, that is fucking crazy. Any girl who says she loves you and wants to move right into the relationship thing isn’t going to stay “cute” crazy for long.  If somebody told me they were in love with me after a couple of dates, I would probably be googling restraining orders.

And men say women are irrational and illogical… Because complaining about a lack of nice guys and dating douchebags doesn’t seem as crazy as committing to woman who probably has az hair doll of you somewhere.  That’s just fucking nuts.

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