I’ve been hooking up with this chick for the last few weeks. This is the girl that I was going to pull a three-way off with. Generally, it’s pretty good because a.) she’s hot, b.) she’s a complete freak, and c.) I don’t have to talk to her at all on days we’re not hooking up. That said, last night was pretty fucked up.
This girl is my age, but has two kids I’ve never seen. I totally don’t care because I got over my single mom thing a few months ago and like I said, I never see them. As far as I’m concerned they don’t exist. Now, I’ve asked some prying questions and found out neither of these kids were accidental. This is pertinent because I have theories on the types of people who live in modern day urban areas and decide to have kids young. The guys involved are usually fucking crazy, because why the fuck else would you ruin your life at 20? Stupid or crazy.
I’m tied to this chick’s bed last night (awesome) and she goes to the bathroom. It’s like 2 AM and so I break the Velcro cuff things loose to go get a drink and likewise go to the bathroom. As I’m walking back to her room I notice a shadow visible through the glass on the front door and the sound like someone is trying to jimmy a lock. I suppose I should have thought more of it at the time, but I’ve lived in some fucked up houses and really didn’t see it as being all that unusual. I figured the person living in the suite downstairs was hammered and couldn’t get the key in the lock I guess. I went back to the bedroom and hooked up with this chick again. About an hour or so later I got up to get a drink again and noticed that the same shit was going on with the front door. This time I thought it was kind of fucking strange, and told her about it. She FREAKS the fuck out. Not like ‘a stranger is trying to break in’ kind of freaking the fuck out, but more like a ‘oh no, not this again kind of freak out’. She tries calling someone a couple times, gets dressed, builds up the courage to go to the door, and as she’s walking down she tells me to stay in the kitchen and to ‘get ready to get into a fight’. GREAT. Now I have to fight some crazy motherfucker when my back is so fucked up I can barely walk.
She comes back up, proclaims it a false alarm and starts to make out again. I’m kind of an idiot because I didn’t ask any of the three questions I really should have asked;
1.) Who was that?
2.) Who did you think that was?
3.) Am I going to get stabbed or receive some sort of blunt force trauma?
I quickly forgot (sort of), and had a good night/morning. As I’m leaving this morning she mentions how she’s out of coffee. Being the gentleman that I pretend to be sometimes I offer to pick her up a can when I leave and drop it off on my way back home. She’s down. I leave to go to the store to get me a coffee and her a can of the shit. I’m gone about ten min. On the drive back she calls and asks what I am doing. Before I can answer, she tells me she’ll call back in a kind of nervous voice. So, I’m a little worried about what’s going down (mainly if I’m about to get stabbed), and I drive back. When I get to her place there is another car parked in her driveway, her door is open, and I can hear some dude just fucking screaming and losing it. GREAT. AGAIN.
So, now I’m at a bit of a crossroads. I know a few things about this guy from shit she’s mentioned in passing; he’s a huge pussy but he’s angry. He’s apparently obsessed with her. She has to lie to him about other guys. He’s easily way bigger than me. He’s either crazy, stupid, or both. The last one is my assessment, the other ones are all hearsay, and I don’t know if I can take a chick’s opinion of her ex at face value.
I basically have two options; I can park, get out of the car and make sure everything is alright, or I can take off. Both are kind of bad ideas. If it’s a full blown fight I MIGHT be able to beat this guy, but if it’s a pushing war I’m probably done. That said, growing up small and scrappy has made me realize that I’m more willing to lose a fight than most people are to get into a fight at all. After like 3 seconds I decide that absolutely no good can come from me getting out of the car. This guy had her son, so he’s probably standing there, she’s probably lying to him saying no one was there (the illusion kind of disappears the second I walk in), and it’s not really my place to get involved. I can walk away without ever having to deal with these two idiots again, but they have a kid and have to deal with each other for a long time. So, I take off and park down the block.
At first I keep on going over it in my mind and thinking I may have made the wrong decision. What if he’s enough of a dumbass that he’ll hit her or something? And then I broke my DS out of my glove box and instantly forgot about the whole situation as I shot the fuck out of some aliens. Like 20 min later she calls me to find out where I was and to come back. I explained what went down on my side, and she said it was the right thing to do. Okay, but the thing that’s kind of fucking creepy is she said he went in RIGHT after I left and said he saw me leave. I didn’t pass that car on the way out (I’m pretty sure I’d remember because it’s kind of a unique paint colour and a friend I used to work with has the exact same car. I probably would have checked to see if it was him if we passed), so this motherfucker was probably waiting in his car with his kid for me to leave. On one hand it’s great because he’s at least sensible enough to not try to fight a total stranger over a girl he banged like 5 years ago, but on the other it’s just fucking creepy.
I think I’ll probably bang her again, but I’ll probably wear running shoes....or steel toes.
