EPILOGUE:
I dumped her on Tuesday. At 6:30pm. She began her shift at work at 7:00pm. I get a call from her at 2:20am when her shift ended. She is crying, freaking out, incoherent. She begs me to come get her. I ask if she is drunk, and she says yes.
I drive down to get her and she gets out of her car to get in mine, and she has only a bra on and a skirt. Her skirt is hiked up and she has no panties on and her bald ****** is fully showing.
She collapses into my car. She looks like a total mess. She is crying, telling me she would never do anything to hurt me, that she loves me, that she is sorry. I asked if she was raped (she looked like it), and she says yes.
I call 911. The paramedics come, the cops come. She gets carted off to a hospital.
After the cops interview her, the bartender, the manager, the bouncer, and the DJ, I am told she changed her story back and forth as to whether she was raped like 5 times. ALL club employees tell the same story: The ex shows up at work, announces to everyone I dumped her, and begins drinking. Within 90 minutes, she sold her panties to a customer. She then parades around without panties, and takes off her shirt. She serves drinks like that for the next 5 hours.
She lets men grope her and feel her up. She wants to dance on stage, but management won't let her because she is waitressing. She wants to give a guy a lap dance in the back room, and they won't let her for the same reason.
She hangs out with a group of 3 guys for a while (when not serving drinks to others) and loudly keeps telling the one guy how cute he is and how bad she wants to **** him. The guys stick around until closing, and she tries to get in a cab with the 3 guys, but the management tells her she can't go because she needs to do her sidework. ALSO, I noticed she dropped something getting out of her car and into mine. Later, after she was gone and I was leaving, I walked over and picked it up-- another guy's name, phone number, and email written on a ****tail napkin. PS-- that guy called her that night and let a voicemail for her, so she also give her number to him, the slvt.
I leave and go home. The cops call me and ask me to come to the hospital. I go, and the cops are talking to me in the hallway and she knows that I know the rape story was fake. SHE MADE IT UP BECAUSE IT TURNS OUT THE BOUNCER, AFTER SHE GOT IN HER CAR, TOOK HER KEYS FROM HER SO SHE COULDN'T DRIVE DRUNK. Unable to drive, she called me (the CHUMP!) to give her a ride home. To explain the fact she had no fking clothes on, she makes up the rape story.
Anyhow, she sees the cops talking to me and realizes the gig is up, and begins screaming she is going to kill herself. The hospital staff then involuntarily commits her to the psycho ward for suicide evaluation (where she remained for 24 hrs).
The cops had given me her clothes (bra and skirt) and car keys. I wrote a nice, detailed letter to her parents explaining where their lovely daughter was, what led up to it, and the fact I wanted nothing to ever do with her again. I took the money out of her wallet (she owed me more than she had) and repossessed the SIM card from her phone. I put her phone, car keys, clothes, and note on the doorstep of her parents' house. Let THEM deal with the tramp.
BY THE WAY, the DJ she had texted repeatedly, called her at 3 am that morning (he wasnt working that night). I texted him the next day, pretending to be her, and asked why he called. To invite her to a party. At 3 AM!!
Well my friends, if it looks like a slvt, if it walks like a slvt, if it smells like a slvt, IT IS A SLVT!
I called her the next day in the psycho ward (I knew she would claim she didn't remember anything) merely to recite to her what she did, and to tell her it was OVER FOREVER.
She called me an a-hole, and said SHE DID NOT CHEAT! lol
