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15 years ago
I just had to share with you all what happened last night. Please bear with me.
Yesterday I wanted to hang out with a couple friends, get some rum and coke and have ourselves a good time. The original plan was to hang out with Spike, Cloudy and Shannan. Cloudy was busy, but no worries. On my way to pick up Spike I decide to pick up this guy Greg that I've been texting with back and forth over the past couple months. Seemed like a nice kid that'd be fun to hang out with.
Turns out he's like the thing that won't shut up! Obnoxious and pointless mouth rambling. Fine. Spike and I play nice. Entertain ourselves and try to be gracious. This would have been a lot easier if he wasn't so creepy.
The night progresses. We're chillin for a couple hours while Shannan babysits her nephews. When they finally get picked up we head over and bring out the booze. Greg gets trashed. We play some card games, listen to music, have a good time. The whole night, Greg has been hitting on me. I'm NOT into him. Faeries. Ugh...
I reach my final straw when, having decided to watch something off youtube on Shannie's laptop, we all sat on the couch and I sat next to Greg (the only spot available on the couch). He starts stroking my back and touching me. By this point, without discussing it with each other, we had all decided it was time for Greg to go home. We discretely pull off in pairs trying to decide the nicest way to get him home. I finally decide to just lay it out honest and clear for him. I take Greg aside and tell him "I'm just gonna be straight up with you. You've been hitting on my all night. I don't like you that way, and I don't like the way you've been coming on to me. I want you to go home."
Instantly his face washes over with despair and disbelief. He's crushed. Goes catatonic for about 10 minutes before I finally get him in the car and start driving him home. The entire time he's crying and sobbing. Eventually he starts talking. Apologizing and all this. Then starts talking suicidal. Says his life sucks etc etc
I do my best to talk him out of all this. He tells me to stop the car and just leave him wherever. Mind you this is in the middle of a fucking WHITE OUT BLIZZARD AT 2 IN THE MORNING! He tries to jump out of the car while it's moving TWICE! I manage to grab him around the neck and hold him in til I finally get him back to his house. The car comes to a stop and he hops out and books it into the blizzard. He up and disappears. I shoot his mom a text, tell her he's out in the blizzard hoping to die, I can't find him. I figure this close to home, in this weather he'd be convinced to go home right quick.
I drive back and let Shannan and Spike know what happened. About half an hour to an hour later, my phone rings. Private number. We figure it's Greg. I don't answer. Phone rings again. I don't answer. Still no voice mail. It rings again.
I think maybe it could be Greg's mom, wondering what the hell happened. I pick up. It's a police officer. Greg's being rushed to the hospital. The officer says something's really wrong with Greg and starts asking me questions. Did he drink anything? Did he do any drugs? Did he take any pills?
If he did any drugs or anything it was when I wasn't around.
That's the last I heard.
I just have one question.
Who tries to kill themselves after being rejected by someone they're meeting for the first time!?!?!?!?!?
THE FUCK!!!!!!
Yesterday I wanted to hang out with a couple friends, get some rum and coke and have ourselves a good time. The original plan was to hang out with Spike, Cloudy and Shannan. Cloudy was busy, but no worries. On my way to pick up Spike I decide to pick up this guy Greg that I've been texting with back and forth over the past couple months. Seemed like a nice kid that'd be fun to hang out with.
Turns out he's like the thing that won't shut up! Obnoxious and pointless mouth rambling. Fine. Spike and I play nice. Entertain ourselves and try to be gracious. This would have been a lot easier if he wasn't so creepy.
The night progresses. We're chillin for a couple hours while Shannan babysits her nephews. When they finally get picked up we head over and bring out the booze. Greg gets trashed. We play some card games, listen to music, have a good time. The whole night, Greg has been hitting on me. I'm NOT into him. Faeries. Ugh...
I reach my final straw when, having decided to watch something off youtube on Shannie's laptop, we all sat on the couch and I sat next to Greg (the only spot available on the couch). He starts stroking my back and touching me. By this point, without discussing it with each other, we had all decided it was time for Greg to go home. We discretely pull off in pairs trying to decide the nicest way to get him home. I finally decide to just lay it out honest and clear for him. I take Greg aside and tell him "I'm just gonna be straight up with you. You've been hitting on my all night. I don't like you that way, and I don't like the way you've been coming on to me. I want you to go home."
Instantly his face washes over with despair and disbelief. He's crushed. Goes catatonic for about 10 minutes before I finally get him in the car and start driving him home. The entire time he's crying and sobbing. Eventually he starts talking. Apologizing and all this. Then starts talking suicidal. Says his life sucks etc etc
I do my best to talk him out of all this. He tells me to stop the car and just leave him wherever. Mind you this is in the middle of a fucking WHITE OUT BLIZZARD AT 2 IN THE MORNING! He tries to jump out of the car while it's moving TWICE! I manage to grab him around the neck and hold him in til I finally get him back to his house. The car comes to a stop and he hops out and books it into the blizzard. He up and disappears. I shoot his mom a text, tell her he's out in the blizzard hoping to die, I can't find him. I figure this close to home, in this weather he'd be convinced to go home right quick.
I drive back and let Shannan and Spike know what happened. About half an hour to an hour later, my phone rings. Private number. We figure it's Greg. I don't answer. Phone rings again. I don't answer. Still no voice mail. It rings again.
I think maybe it could be Greg's mom, wondering what the hell happened. I pick up. It's a police officer. Greg's being rushed to the hospital. The officer says something's really wrong with Greg and starts asking me questions. Did he drink anything? Did he do any drugs? Did he take any pills?
If he did any drugs or anything it was when I wasn't around.
That's the last I heard.
I just have one question.
Who tries to kill themselves after being rejected by someone they're meeting for the first time!?!?!?!?!?
THE FUCK!!!!!!
Eric_the_bull
~ericthebull
Dang bud. Thats pretty crazy
