Jenrak
09-04-2005, 14:38
Yeah, we got back together. Why am I telling you this? I don't really know, but this story you might find interesting, or at least a bit more than ordinary. It happened too, so I'm quite at a distance on this.
I haven't seen my ex-girlfriend ever since we broke up, mostly because of the fact that she left the next day to go to Australia. I couldn't really care less, but hey, what can I do?
We broke up because I wanted to play Halo 2 more than spend time together, and therefore she called me a 'insubordinate idiot' for playing Halo 2, which pissed me off and broke up our relationship. Go figure :p .
So, I didn't get another girlfriend, mostly since KOTOR II just came out, and I was still trying to beat Halo 2 on Legendary alone (still haven't completed, still on Quaratine Zone on Legendary). My friends were getting kind of bored of the fact that all I do is just rot my stupid mind away on Star Wars, so I decided to go to a party with one of them. What do I see? Well, lots and lots of people, amongst them my ex and her boyfriend. I still didn't care. All I cared was who there could help me play Utopia online. Yeah, call me a geek, if you must, but I don't care.
She sits down right beside at a poker table, where I was getting smoked at. I love poker, but I can't play it. We started talking to pass the time, since the guy across from us was taking way too long to do anything. Here was technically our mediocre conversation:
Me: Hey, I remember you.
Ex: I used to date you, right?
Me: Holy shit, you're right...(pause)...whatever.
Yep. A three line conversation. Pretty snazzy huh? Well, we talked a bit more but that technically summed up our conversation. After that, her boyfriend walked over to her and he was pretty tall, and he smoked. I hate smokers, smoking in all their stupid poisons. They think they're so cool, being stressed out and then having a cigarette. Then they think they're taking risks and being dangerous by smoking and rotting their lungs. Lets see them handle the world without smoking like the rest of us. Enough of my rambling.
So, he asks her to dance, and they go dancing, while I glare at him because you could smell the cigarettes from a mile away. No kidding, either. They began dancing, and he starts 'feeling' her (never could understand this damn lingo) up. I didn't care, all I cared was if the guy next to me was cheating, since he had a near straight flush. Or so he said.
Then, I hear my ex telling her boyfriend to stop touching her like that, and he keeps on doing it. Jenrak to the rescue, or at least I thought. I didn't care whether she was my ex or not; sexual harassment (or almost) is still harassment, and idiots who think they're cool touching other people are idiots. The guy wasn't drunk, so I was pretty sure he knew what he was doing. I walk up to him, and I say, "Can you not do that, since I don't think she likes that." Whereas the guy responds with a "So?". I then said, "Well, I don't think you should do things to people that they don't want happening to them." At that point, he does the unthinkable and spits in my face. Now, this is not some small little piece, this is a mega lugi spit, enhanced in disgustingness through crappy nicotine and bad choice of drinks. That was when the people laughed, and I went home alone. The only person who didn't laugh was the guy who took so long bluffing at the poker table and my ex. I walked home alone. No one does that to me.
I deduced two facts; he must live near me, since he goes to my ex's old school, and she just moved like down the street for some reason. So, I biked across her street almost every day to catch a glimpsed of where he lived. Call me a stalker, but I find revenge to be quite a companion. I found out where he lived, and one day, I beat the crap out of him. He wasn't as tough as he looked, especially when I'm fueled by revenge. Long story short, my ex broke up with him when he complaint to her about me beating the crap out of him for feeling her up. If she sided with him, I would've called her a dumbass. But she didn't. Turns out she only had 4 boyfriends in her obsolete life, and that I was the only one who didn't feel her up, try to beat her or cheat on her, despite the fact that I almost ditched her for Halo 2.
We got back together, after I got the guts to ask her out again. I don't know how long our relationship will last though, since Republic Commando came out. ;)
True story.
I haven't seen my ex-girlfriend ever since we broke up, mostly because of the fact that she left the next day to go to Australia. I couldn't really care less, but hey, what can I do?
We broke up because I wanted to play Halo 2 more than spend time together, and therefore she called me a 'insubordinate idiot' for playing Halo 2, which pissed me off and broke up our relationship. Go figure :p .
So, I didn't get another girlfriend, mostly since KOTOR II just came out, and I was still trying to beat Halo 2 on Legendary alone (still haven't completed, still on Quaratine Zone on Legendary). My friends were getting kind of bored of the fact that all I do is just rot my stupid mind away on Star Wars, so I decided to go to a party with one of them. What do I see? Well, lots and lots of people, amongst them my ex and her boyfriend. I still didn't care. All I cared was who there could help me play Utopia online. Yeah, call me a geek, if you must, but I don't care.
She sits down right beside at a poker table, where I was getting smoked at. I love poker, but I can't play it. We started talking to pass the time, since the guy across from us was taking way too long to do anything. Here was technically our mediocre conversation:
Me: Hey, I remember you.
Ex: I used to date you, right?
Me: Holy shit, you're right...(pause)...whatever.
Yep. A three line conversation. Pretty snazzy huh? Well, we talked a bit more but that technically summed up our conversation. After that, her boyfriend walked over to her and he was pretty tall, and he smoked. I hate smokers, smoking in all their stupid poisons. They think they're so cool, being stressed out and then having a cigarette. Then they think they're taking risks and being dangerous by smoking and rotting their lungs. Lets see them handle the world without smoking like the rest of us. Enough of my rambling.
So, he asks her to dance, and they go dancing, while I glare at him because you could smell the cigarettes from a mile away. No kidding, either. They began dancing, and he starts 'feeling' her (never could understand this damn lingo) up. I didn't care, all I cared was if the guy next to me was cheating, since he had a near straight flush. Or so he said.
Then, I hear my ex telling her boyfriend to stop touching her like that, and he keeps on doing it. Jenrak to the rescue, or at least I thought. I didn't care whether she was my ex or not; sexual harassment (or almost) is still harassment, and idiots who think they're cool touching other people are idiots. The guy wasn't drunk, so I was pretty sure he knew what he was doing. I walk up to him, and I say, "Can you not do that, since I don't think she likes that." Whereas the guy responds with a "So?". I then said, "Well, I don't think you should do things to people that they don't want happening to them." At that point, he does the unthinkable and spits in my face. Now, this is not some small little piece, this is a mega lugi spit, enhanced in disgustingness through crappy nicotine and bad choice of drinks. That was when the people laughed, and I went home alone. The only person who didn't laugh was the guy who took so long bluffing at the poker table and my ex. I walked home alone. No one does that to me.
I deduced two facts; he must live near me, since he goes to my ex's old school, and she just moved like down the street for some reason. So, I biked across her street almost every day to catch a glimpsed of where he lived. Call me a stalker, but I find revenge to be quite a companion. I found out where he lived, and one day, I beat the crap out of him. He wasn't as tough as he looked, especially when I'm fueled by revenge. Long story short, my ex broke up with him when he complaint to her about me beating the crap out of him for feeling her up. If she sided with him, I would've called her a dumbass. But she didn't. Turns out she only had 4 boyfriends in her obsolete life, and that I was the only one who didn't feel her up, try to beat her or cheat on her, despite the fact that I almost ditched her for Halo 2.
We got back together, after I got the guts to ask her out again. I don't know how long our relationship will last though, since Republic Commando came out. ;)
True story.