So I mentioned a couple of days ago that an ex of mine was chased through North Jackson. A couple of people asked for that story. What I didn’t mention was that I was in the car! I went to my old blog and found this story and am just pasting it here. I told it on 9/16/03. It happened late 1998. This incident occurred about a year before we dated–at the time, he was my best guy pal. Here goes–enjoy. All in “the life and times”–lol.
Per request of my readers, I have to write about the psycho ho I started talking about yesterday morning. Well, December of my freshman yr, my car was in the shop so my guy friend picked me up from work. We were planning to go by the hospital first to visit his cousin who has sickle-cell anemia, and then he would take me home. Well, we eventually got to the hospital but not after a whole lotta drama. While on the way to the hospital that girl, with whom he was no longer with or so he still says, saw us. I dunno if it was the fact that he had a girl in his car that made her snap and lose her senses or if she actually saw me.
Anyway, she started chasing us, so he tried to lose her by quickly getting in a turn lane and getting on the interstate. Well, like in a horror movie, that didn’t lose her. So he got off of the interstate with the rationale that he would go to his grandma’s house so that his grandma could deal with her craziness. Oh, I forgot to say that you should picture all this in heavy rain and hail. So we were stopped at a stop light and she proceeded to hit us with her car. That’s when I got scared. I was like it’s terrible weather out here and this “ho” is tryna kill us–we could have hydroplaned or something. While fear striked for me, anger struck for my friend. He kept driving to his grandma’s house. There is a stop sign before you get to his house. She sped up, got in front of us, and slammed on her brakes, trying to get him to hit her. He luckily had already been slowing down, so we didn’t hit her, but he was like, “Lock the doors,” and got out of the car. As soon as he got out, she got out and jumped on him. Well, he was brought up not to hit women in any circumstances, so he just put her in one of those football holds and carried her all the way to his house. By the way, he was also the star quarterback for his high school. Anyway, I was sitting in the car in disbelief as the rain and hail beat down on the car. Finally, he came back down the street and took me home.
Later, after everybody’s heartbeat was back to normal, we went on to the hospital, although I was kinda scared. He later told me that wasn’t the first time she went psycho, and I got pissed about that. We ended up not talking for awhile, why I can’t even remember, but I heard through some mutual friends that she had thrown a brick at his car at school a couple of months later… Forgive me for remembering so many details, but I just had never, haven’t since, (and hopefully won’t ever) experienced anything like that. No man is worth all that–tearing up my car, putting my life in immediate danger, setting myself up to be arrested for attempted vehicular homicide or something? Hell naw.
Update: No, I’ve not experienced anything else as crazy since. Whew. Hope you’re all having a mellow Monday.
So I was just reminiscing on one of the many memorable dates I’ve had, and I wanted to share. It made me chuckle, so maybe this will lighten up your Tuesday load.
A few (5-6) years ago, I met a guy. Cute, tall, appeared pretty cultured. I think we may have met at a concert or something. So we met for dinner, and the first date started off well. I knew he had googled me (which didn’t surprise or alarm me) because he asked about my blog at that time, which was a lot more written in and personal than this one is. I told tons of stories, posted and kept up to date a list of “A Hun’ed Things about Me,” and just shared my feelings on a wide array of topics on a regular basis. Now picture this exchange:
<insert light-hearted conversation and laughing here>
Me: “Yeah! I love those movies!”
Him: <pulling 3 folded up sheets of paper out of his pocket and unfolding them and shuffling through them> “Yeah, I knew that! That’s #77!”
Me: *blank stare*
I really couldn’t believe he had printed out and studied my list of 100 things about me. I mean, really? I know dates can be like interviews, and you should try to be prepared, but geez louise. That creeped me out, especially since my mom had been warning that I was making myself vulnerable to crazy people. Yes, I totally published the list, but I never fathomed all of its possible uses.
It was similar to the scene featured in the opening of this The Ugly Truth trailer. Except I shut down much more quickly.
Whether he was crazy or not or had issues or if I was just overreacting, I’ll never know. We didn’t go on a second date. But some things just have to come naturally, yanno? *shrug* What do you think? Was he just prepared and I was overreacting? Or was he doing the absolute most?