Worse dumping?
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I walked in on my girlfirend in bed with my cousin!! She grabbed MY KNIFE that my grandpa brought back from WWII (Yes we think he took it off a dead German) And prceded to thow it at me. It punctured 1 1/4 inch into my leg and stuck.
Thats when I knew we should see other people.
Thats when I knew we should see other people.
A few on here were interesting, but I figured I'd put my own personal trainwreck on display. Sorry about the length.
I have never been ditched before (except once when a girl claimed she did, except I said the magic words "it's over" before three hours of her arguing it, so I give her a moral victory at least), but to most of the girls' various credits, I didn't typically give them enough time. Then again, maybe I did, because after 17 I started the passive-aggressive "be a jerk to make them ditch me to save me some effort" when I wanted to get out. I'm 26 now, and the process is probably too refined to be healthy.
My first few actual "relationship" breakups were pretty mundane. I had the courtesy to meet 'em, told them it was over, whatever whatever. Well, whenever I needed to speed up the timeline to fit a new girl into the works without technically cheating on anyone, I would just give a call (or text, once I joined the modern world) and be done that way. Some of them were more catastrophic and illustrate why I should not be around any self-respecting female, though there are always more willing to subject themselves to it for some reason:
One, I woke up after a nap just after a (what I then considered) long shift at work to a pretty terrible smell floating around my apartment. My girlfriend, who had come in to make me dinner as a surprise, was cooking corn on the stove and put some parmesan cheese on it. She tried to make me sample some when I wandered into the kitchen. I refused, and after her repeated attempts, I took the bowl with a smile... then marched it outside, chucked it into the snow, and told her to get out.
A similar event happened when I was watching a movie and making turtle brownies for another girl at her place. She went into the fridge for something, and apparently noticed I'd forgotten the caramel you're supposed to put onto the mixed-but-not-baked brownies before I put them in the stove, and they were almost done. "Oops!" I said, and held out my hand for the little packet. Well, she made a game of it and said she was going to eat it right then, and made to open the packet, and for some reason this made me blow a gasket. I jumped up, ripped it out of her hands, put the stuff on the brownies, and left, never to return.
A third had this annoying habit of doing some kind of weird jazz hands thing over her face while laughing, which sounded like an irritable pigeon to begin with. I began forcing myself not to joke around her, 'cuz that would make her laugh. I think that ended with a text message.
A girl wanted me to give her the mardi gras beads I had found on her floor, so she flashed me. I'd seen her naked dozens of times before, but the light this time was just right, or wrong, as the case may be; all I could see were the veins throughout her breasts. So I gave her the beads and bailed out.
Another like that. I'd dated this chick for a couple weeks, and was pretty happy thus far. For some reason we never found time alone, and one fateful night, she and I were off work together and a power outage had shut down most of the town, so she suggested we go back to my place. Her shirt came off, I saw her push-up bra had grossly misrepresented the situation at hand, and that was that.
I'm sure there are more, but that's okay. You get the point. These stories are equal parts pride and shame, as they don't allow much closure for the girl. Some are strong about it, others go nuts and stop eating for weeks or whatever. Maybe a slightly less sudden end would be better. As for pride, at least I know I'm uncompromising and won't let these chicks spend their lives with me once I know I don't appreciate them anymore.
I have never been ditched before (except once when a girl claimed she did, except I said the magic words "it's over" before three hours of her arguing it, so I give her a moral victory at least), but to most of the girls' various credits, I didn't typically give them enough time. Then again, maybe I did, because after 17 I started the passive-aggressive "be a jerk to make them ditch me to save me some effort" when I wanted to get out. I'm 26 now, and the process is probably too refined to be healthy.
My first few actual "relationship" breakups were pretty mundane. I had the courtesy to meet 'em, told them it was over, whatever whatever. Well, whenever I needed to speed up the timeline to fit a new girl into the works without technically cheating on anyone, I would just give a call (or text, once I joined the modern world) and be done that way. Some of them were more catastrophic and illustrate why I should not be around any self-respecting female, though there are always more willing to subject themselves to it for some reason:
One, I woke up after a nap just after a (what I then considered) long shift at work to a pretty terrible smell floating around my apartment. My girlfriend, who had come in to make me dinner as a surprise, was cooking corn on the stove and put some parmesan cheese on it. She tried to make me sample some when I wandered into the kitchen. I refused, and after her repeated attempts, I took the bowl with a smile... then marched it outside, chucked it into the snow, and told her to get out.
A similar event happened when I was watching a movie and making turtle brownies for another girl at her place. She went into the fridge for something, and apparently noticed I'd forgotten the caramel you're supposed to put onto the mixed-but-not-baked brownies before I put them in the stove, and they were almost done. "Oops!" I said, and held out my hand for the little packet. Well, she made a game of it and said she was going to eat it right then, and made to open the packet, and for some reason this made me blow a gasket. I jumped up, ripped it out of her hands, put the stuff on the brownies, and left, never to return.
A third had this annoying habit of doing some kind of weird jazz hands thing over her face while laughing, which sounded like an irritable pigeon to begin with. I began forcing myself not to joke around her, 'cuz that would make her laugh. I think that ended with a text message.
A girl wanted me to give her the mardi gras beads I had found on her floor, so she flashed me. I'd seen her naked dozens of times before, but the light this time was just right, or wrong, as the case may be; all I could see were the veins throughout her breasts. So I gave her the beads and bailed out.
Another like that. I'd dated this chick for a couple weeks, and was pretty happy thus far. For some reason we never found time alone, and one fateful night, she and I were off work together and a power outage had shut down most of the town, so she suggested we go back to my place. Her shirt came off, I saw her push-up bra had grossly misrepresented the situation at hand, and that was that.
I'm sure there are more, but that's okay. You get the point. These stories are equal parts pride and shame, as they don't allow much closure for the girl. Some are strong about it, others go nuts and stop eating for weeks or whatever. Maybe a slightly less sudden end would be better. As for pride, at least I know I'm uncompromising and won't let these chicks spend their lives with me once I know I don't appreciate them anymore.
was dumped then contacted 2 months later by dumper asking where I'd been and why hadn't I returned there calls, wasn't that bad but was just plain wierd.
I thought this was about...never mind.
It's hard to dumped when you don't date. As long they agree to bill me on the same credit card I'm good.
It's hard to dumped when you don't date. As long they agree to bill me on the same credit card I'm good.
My mate Greg is in a similar situation. Mind you he was a bit of a dick about it. But from what i can gather its now becoming obvious she's fucking insane.Slayer_2 said:
I forgot to mention the one that broke up with me through AIM we tried to make it work all summer but her parents didn't want her dating. So we tried to go out in secret. That lead to us only going on about 2 dates. Then she tells me next year if were both still single after I know what college I'm going too my parents said I can date for the summer. Of course, I fall for it and after about a month of school she says it's completely over and to move on. It still stings.
...was that a spur of the moment thing? Was it her first reaction to fling a knife at you?Angus Young said:
My worst dumping was one where I actually did the dumping. But when you consider that was because I went to the pub one night and found her sitting on another guy's lap kissing him, I think I got the worst of it.
Some interesting stories here.
I've never dumped or been dumped by anyone before. The reason for this should be obvious.
The closest I ever came to being dumped was when I asked a girl out in high school and the day before the date she sent her friends to tell me that she was no longer interested.
The closest I came to dumping someone was when, after high school, I had to put up with this girl named Susan. She looked like something that lived in the sewer, and she was a self-described sex addict. She also loved getting drunk, for obvious reasons. One day she randomly added me on MSN from out of nowhere, I didn't even know who she was, but she came literally out of nowhere and asked me to take her to her high school ball. I said no, and a few months later I went to a party with her because I had nothing else better to do. I wasn't really interested in her at all, and I only had half a can of that shitty bourbon cola she called alcohol while she had shitloads of it. Having never been to ANY party like that before, I had no idea what to do and didn't know the number to call for a taxi, so since my house was nearby and her friends apparently abandoned her I took her there, but she turned what was meant to be a 20 minute walk into a 60 minute gropefest (the groping being done by her, mind you). Chucked her on my couch for the night while I slept in my room. She went to work the next day a few hours after waking up, massive hangover. Stupid *****. Anyway, after months of her trying to score with me, I decided enough was enough and I wasn't intent on some piss-headed sex addict taking my virginity (I mean, I can do a LOT better), so I ignored her for months and months. It took her a long while, but she eventually got the hint.
I've never dumped or been dumped by anyone before. The reason for this should be obvious.
The closest I ever came to being dumped was when I asked a girl out in high school and the day before the date she sent her friends to tell me that she was no longer interested.
The closest I came to dumping someone was when, after high school, I had to put up with this girl named Susan. She looked like something that lived in the sewer, and she was a self-described sex addict. She also loved getting drunk, for obvious reasons. One day she randomly added me on MSN from out of nowhere, I didn't even know who she was, but she came literally out of nowhere and asked me to take her to her high school ball. I said no, and a few months later I went to a party with her because I had nothing else better to do. I wasn't really interested in her at all, and I only had half a can of that shitty bourbon cola she called alcohol while she had shitloads of it. Having never been to ANY party like that before, I had no idea what to do and didn't know the number to call for a taxi, so since my house was nearby and her friends apparently abandoned her I took her there, but she turned what was meant to be a 20 minute walk into a 60 minute gropefest (the groping being done by her, mind you). Chucked her on my couch for the night while I slept in my room. She went to work the next day a few hours after waking up, massive hangover. Stupid *****. Anyway, after months of her trying to score with me, I decided enough was enough and I wasn't intent on some piss-headed sex addict taking my virginity (I mean, I can do a LOT better), so I ignored her for months and months. It took her a long while, but she eventually got the hint.
No, I was going to do it face to face when I got back in to town, but as I said I had just walked into the greatest store ever and she pressed the big red piss me off button, and I may be a jackass for doing it the way I did it. But if you had just enteredNumb1lp said:
http://www.toysnjoys.com/
And she started bitching about a string of bullshit.
Go to that website, imagine entering the actual store, and tell me you would not have done the same thing
I'm going to put this one down as another win for not engaging in romantic relationships with people. It's so very messy.
Of course, there's the occasional feeling of soul-crushing loneliness - but I'll live...
Of course, there's the occasional feeling of soul-crushing loneliness - but I'll live...
Never been dumped. Never dumped anyone either...
Actually, it's probably because I've only had one girlfriend so far and I'm still with her.
Sweet life.
Actually, it's probably because I've only had one girlfriend so far and I'm still with her.
Sweet life.
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Yeah, that kind of thing is always awkward. There's quite a few people like that in my school.FallenJellyDoughnut said:
And "worse" dumping Mr. OP? Your grammar leaves much to be desired. It should be "worst". Honestly.
OT: I've never really been dumped in a bad way, though it appears my last girlfriend was considering it. She lived in Middlesbrough whilst I live in Leeds (quite a fair distance apart, especially since I'm 16), so there was never really going to be any way to dump her nicely (I mean, travelling all the way there to do it is just mean and impractical).
Jesus Christ; what kind of person does that? I hope she got her comeuppance for that.Angus Young said: