So this chick I've been dating who lied to me a bunch of times had some charity event she wanted me to go w/ her to, but it was being run by some guy who's been hitting on her and asking her out for like a year now. I was kind of like, eh, I'm not into fundraisers. I didn't want to be her "protection" from ppl I figure she's probably encouraging due to her own vanity. So, she gets pissed.
She's a mean drunk, this girl. I met her afterwards elsewhere and you can pretty much see where this is going. She actually started hitting on a guy right in front of me and asked for his phone number. Then she tells me "he's so my type, cute." I was like "don't fking say that stuff to me." At that point, I kinda hung around to see how deep a hole she'd dig for herself trying to "get back at me" for supposedly embarrassing her in front of her friends by not coming to an event that I actually subsequently asked to come to and was told "no, don't come." It got worse. She started trying to hook me up with girls there, just totally showing me up.
Eventually, we left the club and I took her home. In the car, a screaming match ensues and b/c I have the top off, I bet you could hear this sh!t a block away. We go thru every 4 letter word in the book. I don't like getting that way, and I was stone sober, but I had resolved to give her a piece of my mind. On the trip back to dropping her off, she actually hit me a few times, slapped me in the face, etc.
I pulled into her driveway and I was like "get out of my car." She gets out and is looking at me, expecting something. I says, "close my car door, please." Then I drive off, I don't even look at her face. She stands there, I guess the palpability of the finality of things starting to dawn on her. Girls are like this sometimes, where they don't think there are consequences until they are staring them in the face. I drove home.
She follows me. About 5 minutes after getting home, I hear the garage door go up. She knows the code. Comes inside and what am I to do now? So, I called 911. This is 2005 and guys cannot be physically anything to women these days w/o getting in a pinch. She left and came back and eventually, I guess they pulled her over or something and told her to go the hell home and keep her drunk ass there.
Now, she's talking like "only enemies do stuff like that." Am I wrong here or was this about the only moderating influence that I could have called in? This girl went out of her way to go out of control. This is like throwing the steering wheel over hard right just on PURPOSE to cause a spin in your car. Kept drinking and drinking knowing things would get worse, purposely. What's a guy to do anymore other than dial the police?
I mean, verbally, things had gone about as far as they could go. There was nowhere further to escalate things on that front. The only other path was to go physical and I am just not about that sort of thing. I did what I was supposed to, dropped her off in her driveway and left.
How much crazier can women get?
She's a mean drunk, this girl. I met her afterwards elsewhere and you can pretty much see where this is going. She actually started hitting on a guy right in front of me and asked for his phone number. Then she tells me "he's so my type, cute." I was like "don't fking say that stuff to me." At that point, I kinda hung around to see how deep a hole she'd dig for herself trying to "get back at me" for supposedly embarrassing her in front of her friends by not coming to an event that I actually subsequently asked to come to and was told "no, don't come." It got worse. She started trying to hook me up with girls there, just totally showing me up.
Eventually, we left the club and I took her home. In the car, a screaming match ensues and b/c I have the top off, I bet you could hear this sh!t a block away. We go thru every 4 letter word in the book. I don't like getting that way, and I was stone sober, but I had resolved to give her a piece of my mind. On the trip back to dropping her off, she actually hit me a few times, slapped me in the face, etc.
I pulled into her driveway and I was like "get out of my car." She gets out and is looking at me, expecting something. I says, "close my car door, please." Then I drive off, I don't even look at her face. She stands there, I guess the palpability of the finality of things starting to dawn on her. Girls are like this sometimes, where they don't think there are consequences until they are staring them in the face. I drove home.
She follows me. About 5 minutes after getting home, I hear the garage door go up. She knows the code. Comes inside and what am I to do now? So, I called 911. This is 2005 and guys cannot be physically anything to women these days w/o getting in a pinch. She left and came back and eventually, I guess they pulled her over or something and told her to go the hell home and keep her drunk ass there.
Now, she's talking like "only enemies do stuff like that." Am I wrong here or was this about the only moderating influence that I could have called in? This girl went out of her way to go out of control. This is like throwing the steering wheel over hard right just on PURPOSE to cause a spin in your car. Kept drinking and drinking knowing things would get worse, purposely. What's a guy to do anymore other than dial the police?
I mean, verbally, things had gone about as far as they could go. There was nowhere further to escalate things on that front. The only other path was to go physical and I am just not about that sort of thing. I did what I was supposed to, dropped her off in her driveway and left.
How much crazier can women get?
Just my input. 
