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Don Juan
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(long read)
I've known this girl for a few years. She's a bartender. We started hanging out a lot because her husband was being a **** to her. Then she found out that he had been cheating on her (with a fat cokewh0re) for the previous six months. She kicked him out, filed for divorce, and started hanging out with me more. I admit I was mostly playing the role of "emotional tampon", but she was always good to me, so I didn't mind. Besides that, she offered excellent social proof, and I was "in" with a lot of girls.
Eventually I offered to move in with her and her brother. I ended up crashing at the house half the time anyway, so I might as well just move in and pay for my stay. It was only supposed to be for a few months, as I wasn't entirely content with my previous living arrangement, and I was waiting for this one apartment to become available. Everything was great for a while. We'd go out, I'd keep the sharks at bay (she claimed she wanted to stay celibate until she was emotionally ok, but a lot of guys tried hooking up with her when she gets drunk), she kept the sluts that I didn't want out, and helped let the good ones in.
Then everything went to shlt. We were out drinking, and this douchebag of a human being started talking to her. And talking, and talking, and talking. She knew him from before (Said they hooked up 10 years ago, but that it was a result of drugs and alcohol, and it was a mistake. She even made fun of how much of a loser he is). I mocked his neverending verbal outpouring, and she laughed. I went back to talking to one of my friends, telling him that this guy should just give up already.
End of the night, we're all leaving. I turn around and she's getting into his car. Her brother got pissed off, and told me to "get her away from that emo fagg0t", but nothing could be done. For the next week, he was at the house everynight. Within two days he had a toothbrush there. I basically disappeared into an alcohol induced oblivion, as I simply could not comprehend what was going on. She constantly talked about "the one that got away". Some musician who lives on the other side of the country. Seems like a ok guy. She said he was coming back in December, and that she was going to wait for him. As a friend, I supported her decision. For the life of me, I could not figure out what she saw in this other guy.
Let me explain:
Every "rule" that the site professes... this guy is the exception to. He's effeminate to the point of claiming he's against violence of any kind (one of THOSE people who think they're profound or whatever for being "peaceful", when in reality they're just twinks), and uses fvcking Secret deodorant, along with some gay hair product to make it look like he just crawled out of bed. He has the most annoying set of vocal chords I've ever heard. Literally sounds like an awkward woman when he starts yelling. He pisses and moans about everything. He has no money. He's close to 40 years old, and just filed bankruptcy over a $15,000 credit card debt (I always get a good laugh out of that), and he has nothing to show for it. Nothing. A crappy TV, some relics for a car and PC, and a fvcking Epiphone guitar. That's it! My best friend used to work with him, and when I mentioned that he hooked up with my roommate, he was baffled. The word "lowlife" came up about ten times within a two minute span.
She takes care of him on all fronts. They go out to dinner or for drinks, she pays. He needs new guitar strings, she pays. He needs a place to live, she pays. Yeah, she wanted him to move in. The last girl that he was mooching off off kicked him out, then his next roommate got sick of his constant bltching and left. Did I forget to mention that this guy has no friends. Period. So, he can't handle life on his own. A 37 year old "man", who doesn't know how to take care of himself. Maybe if he would stop smoking pot for five minutes he'd have money for more important things.
I didn't really protest, as I was on my way out anyway. I wasn't planning on moving until next March though. I figured I could bear with it for a few months, and pretend to get along with the guy. So convincing was my act, that she asked me to move out with her and her boyfriend when her mother moves back into this house. I agreed, figuring that she might come to her senses in the meantime. For a moment, there was a glimmer of that coming true.
Three weeks ago, she came home from work, pretty much drunk. Her cellphone kept rining. I asked why she wasn't getting it, and she told me that this dumbass kept calling her all night. She was ignoring him for whatever reason. Then she went off about how much of a douchebag this guy is. How he sucks the life out of the room when he enters with his perpentual complaining about his financial situation (as though it's someone else's fault). How she sees a parallel between him and her ex-husband. How the two of them had not has sex in two months because he was never in the mood (they would have only been seeing each other for about six weeks at that point... what a homo).
She got fed up and called him back, bltched him out, told him to find a roommate, and hung up. Then her phone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing. About 9 unanswered phone calls and 4 voicemails later, she calls him back and tells him to come over. Like a little bltch he pops up a few minutes later, and they headed upstairs for some lame arguing match. I heard him call her an alcoholic a few times, in that Mrs. Garrett from The Facts of Life voice of his, before I heading out.
The next morning he left with his guitar, and left his key (he had a key to the house a week after he started dating her) behind. "I guess we broke up." Whatever. Later that night she was emailing him some love letter/letter of apology. Then he's back around again, moreso than ever.
Last week he moved in. She asked me to help him move his stuff in, and I just looked at her. I asked if he had any friends that could help him. "No.". "Does he have any friends at all?". "..... no.". I ended up just sitting there, doing nothing when he was moving in. Fvck that shlt.
Not even three days later, and he got into an argument with her brother. Something about a wireless router for his PC. Things were running fine, and then he has to go and piss off her brother. I guess he wanted him to disconnect the router in his room, and rearrange things so that he could have his wireless router hooked up as well. Her brother used the simple logic of waiting until after the weekend to go to the cable company, getting another modem, going to Radio Shack for a cable splitter, and being done with it. But he wanted things done "NOW". I suppose he can't go 48 hours without playing his gayassed World of Warcraft. Guess who's side she took.
Now they're threatening to move out. She's actually going to move out of her own damn house because her slacker boyfriend is such a women. She blames her brother for being "selfish".
There's no way I'm dealing with this. I'll be out by the end of the month.
I've known this girl for a few years. She's a bartender. We started hanging out a lot because her husband was being a **** to her. Then she found out that he had been cheating on her (with a fat cokewh0re) for the previous six months. She kicked him out, filed for divorce, and started hanging out with me more. I admit I was mostly playing the role of "emotional tampon", but she was always good to me, so I didn't mind. Besides that, she offered excellent social proof, and I was "in" with a lot of girls.
Eventually I offered to move in with her and her brother. I ended up crashing at the house half the time anyway, so I might as well just move in and pay for my stay. It was only supposed to be for a few months, as I wasn't entirely content with my previous living arrangement, and I was waiting for this one apartment to become available. Everything was great for a while. We'd go out, I'd keep the sharks at bay (she claimed she wanted to stay celibate until she was emotionally ok, but a lot of guys tried hooking up with her when she gets drunk), she kept the sluts that I didn't want out, and helped let the good ones in.
Then everything went to shlt. We were out drinking, and this douchebag of a human being started talking to her. And talking, and talking, and talking. She knew him from before (Said they hooked up 10 years ago, but that it was a result of drugs and alcohol, and it was a mistake. She even made fun of how much of a loser he is). I mocked his neverending verbal outpouring, and she laughed. I went back to talking to one of my friends, telling him that this guy should just give up already.
End of the night, we're all leaving. I turn around and she's getting into his car. Her brother got pissed off, and told me to "get her away from that emo fagg0t", but nothing could be done. For the next week, he was at the house everynight. Within two days he had a toothbrush there. I basically disappeared into an alcohol induced oblivion, as I simply could not comprehend what was going on. She constantly talked about "the one that got away". Some musician who lives on the other side of the country. Seems like a ok guy. She said he was coming back in December, and that she was going to wait for him. As a friend, I supported her decision. For the life of me, I could not figure out what she saw in this other guy.
Let me explain:
Every "rule" that the site professes... this guy is the exception to. He's effeminate to the point of claiming he's against violence of any kind (one of THOSE people who think they're profound or whatever for being "peaceful", when in reality they're just twinks), and uses fvcking Secret deodorant, along with some gay hair product to make it look like he just crawled out of bed. He has the most annoying set of vocal chords I've ever heard. Literally sounds like an awkward woman when he starts yelling. He pisses and moans about everything. He has no money. He's close to 40 years old, and just filed bankruptcy over a $15,000 credit card debt (I always get a good laugh out of that), and he has nothing to show for it. Nothing. A crappy TV, some relics for a car and PC, and a fvcking Epiphone guitar. That's it! My best friend used to work with him, and when I mentioned that he hooked up with my roommate, he was baffled. The word "lowlife" came up about ten times within a two minute span.
She takes care of him on all fronts. They go out to dinner or for drinks, she pays. He needs new guitar strings, she pays. He needs a place to live, she pays. Yeah, she wanted him to move in. The last girl that he was mooching off off kicked him out, then his next roommate got sick of his constant bltching and left. Did I forget to mention that this guy has no friends. Period. So, he can't handle life on his own. A 37 year old "man", who doesn't know how to take care of himself. Maybe if he would stop smoking pot for five minutes he'd have money for more important things.
I didn't really protest, as I was on my way out anyway. I wasn't planning on moving until next March though. I figured I could bear with it for a few months, and pretend to get along with the guy. So convincing was my act, that she asked me to move out with her and her boyfriend when her mother moves back into this house. I agreed, figuring that she might come to her senses in the meantime. For a moment, there was a glimmer of that coming true.
Three weeks ago, she came home from work, pretty much drunk. Her cellphone kept rining. I asked why she wasn't getting it, and she told me that this dumbass kept calling her all night. She was ignoring him for whatever reason. Then she went off about how much of a douchebag this guy is. How he sucks the life out of the room when he enters with his perpentual complaining about his financial situation (as though it's someone else's fault). How she sees a parallel between him and her ex-husband. How the two of them had not has sex in two months because he was never in the mood (they would have only been seeing each other for about six weeks at that point... what a homo).
She got fed up and called him back, bltched him out, told him to find a roommate, and hung up. Then her phone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing. About 9 unanswered phone calls and 4 voicemails later, she calls him back and tells him to come over. Like a little bltch he pops up a few minutes later, and they headed upstairs for some lame arguing match. I heard him call her an alcoholic a few times, in that Mrs. Garrett from The Facts of Life voice of his, before I heading out.
The next morning he left with his guitar, and left his key (he had a key to the house a week after he started dating her) behind. "I guess we broke up." Whatever. Later that night she was emailing him some love letter/letter of apology. Then he's back around again, moreso than ever.
Last week he moved in. She asked me to help him move his stuff in, and I just looked at her. I asked if he had any friends that could help him. "No.". "Does he have any friends at all?". "..... no.". I ended up just sitting there, doing nothing when he was moving in. Fvck that shlt.
Not even three days later, and he got into an argument with her brother. Something about a wireless router for his PC. Things were running fine, and then he has to go and piss off her brother. I guess he wanted him to disconnect the router in his room, and rearrange things so that he could have his wireless router hooked up as well. Her brother used the simple logic of waiting until after the weekend to go to the cable company, getting another modem, going to Radio Shack for a cable splitter, and being done with it. But he wanted things done "NOW". I suppose he can't go 48 hours without playing his gayassed World of Warcraft. Guess who's side she took.
Now they're threatening to move out. She's actually going to move out of her own damn house because her slacker boyfriend is such a women. She blames her brother for being "selfish".
There's no way I'm dealing with this. I'll be out by the end of the month.