I will give you that. Freak'n sucks...
Same principle applies to a girl you dated and ended the relationship on good terms for reasons other than hating each other's guts...
Let's hear some breakup stories....
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I will give you that. Freak'n sucks...
Same principle applies to a girl you dated and ended the relationship on good terms for reasons other than hating each other's guts...
Find friends. That can lead to the wife.
I met my husband in college one spring when he was going out with my roommate. We re-met at a party in summer session. When she learned of that during the summer, she said that if he wanted to go out with her when we were all back on campus in the fall she would. He didn't. And she and I weren't roommates any more either.
And come to think of it, he didn't have to do any breaking up either. Hmm. That wasn't fair.
I understand where you are coming from.... You met your wife and have the exact relationship that you want. Unfortunately a few years back when you were stuck in the "friend zone" I am sure that you were singing a different tune. The friend zone is the 7th level of hell. :yes:
I'm a bad breaker upper but not in a way that leads to good stories. I mostly just stopped calling. I did get dumped once and it twisted me around for a while. I think mostly because it was a new, pretty crappy feeling. I followed her out of my place down to where she was hanging with my roomie and some of his friends. I had malice in my heart but ended up starting the closure right then when i started to get the idea that one of those friends was talking her into the breakup. IMO at the time he was no peach and if she'd rather have him, so be it. That was probably the closest I've come to needing police restraint though!
It wasn't long before I felt pretty releaved that it had happend, and that I didnt have to be the **** about it as usual. Saved me from letting her move in with me when I moved to Ames.
It wasn't long before I felt pretty releaved that it had happend, and that I didnt have to be the **** about it as usual. Saved me from letting her move in with me when I moved to Ames.
You have no idea...
I was friends with this one guy from about 8th grade through high school. He went to community college and then on to Iowa, I went to ISU. We completely lost contact. Then out of the blue one evening we find out that a friend of his and my sister invited us to the same Bible study, and our first night was the same night. Our friendship resumed as if it had never skipped a beat. Fast forward 6 months or so (to the day that ISU pounded Iowa 23-3), he brings his sister to a bon fire (more like a "barn" fire - a mutual friend tore down his barn and burned it, and we couldn't get within a football field of it). Less than 2 months later his sister and I are dating. Less than a year after that we're married, and we're still happily married.
This qualifies as one of those "it was just meant to be" stories...
You are lucky.... more often then not those "it was just meant to be" stories end up with the guy finding out his girlfriend is a total ***** who is working her john's every time he has his back turned. :biglaugh:
Yes... I have been burned before... I find it comical now though.
I have a college buddy who picked up a girl at a party. She went home with him that night. That was 18 years ago, and they've been married 15 years.
The year after my freshman year at ISU I met a girl at Clear Lake during the 4th of July fireworks. By the time Fall came we were going steady. We exchanged class rings(which was so cool at the time) even though her dad told her she could never give her class ring to a boyfriend. That fall when I went back to ISU she was going to UNI.
I knew within a month that the long distance relationship wasn't working so idiot me breaks up with her and does something so stupid I still kick myself. I sent her class ring to her in a letter envelope. It goes through some press wheel at her local post office which pops the ring out onto the floor where a postal worker finds it, recognizes her name on the inside of the ring and calls her dad saying they found her ring. She gets in major trouble and I break her heart.
Fast forward 3 years later and I am graduated from ISU and having troubles finding good girls to date. I decide to call her out of the blue and find out how she's doing. She tells me about what me sending her her ring in the mail did for her(first time I heard about it) and tells me she is engaged to be married in a couple months and didn't want to talk to me. I apologized for being a **** and hung up the phone feeling like a real loser.
She calls me back the next evening telling me she broke the engagement and wanted me to come down and see her. I did and we went out on a date, had a long talk and I came back home. Two days later I get a big long letter from her saying she really wanted to get back together and was so happy I called her back. At first I was excited but then got real nervous because all the sudden I didn't know if this was really what I wanted. She tried calling a couple times and I talked to her briefly but then I sort of lost interest and blew her off.
Of course a year later I come to my senses and decide to call her again and apologize for being a dbag and see what my chances were. She picked up the phone and I talked to her for a bit. I told her I got scared the year prior but had been thinking about things and wanted to know if she wanted to give it a shot again. She told me that she just got home from her wedding rehearsal and she was getting married to the guy that she dumped to go out with me the year before. So I apologized for being a total ******* to her and hung up the phone. Looking back, I can't believe what I did to her and can only imagine what her dad would do if he could get his hands on me.
I knew within a month that the long distance relationship wasn't working so idiot me breaks up with her and does something so stupid I still kick myself. I sent her class ring to her in a letter envelope. It goes through some press wheel at her local post office which pops the ring out onto the floor where a postal worker finds it, recognizes her name on the inside of the ring and calls her dad saying they found her ring. She gets in major trouble and I break her heart.
Fast forward 3 years later and I am graduated from ISU and having troubles finding good girls to date. I decide to call her out of the blue and find out how she's doing. She tells me about what me sending her her ring in the mail did for her(first time I heard about it) and tells me she is engaged to be married in a couple months and didn't want to talk to me. I apologized for being a **** and hung up the phone feeling like a real loser.
She calls me back the next evening telling me she broke the engagement and wanted me to come down and see her. I did and we went out on a date, had a long talk and I came back home. Two days later I get a big long letter from her saying she really wanted to get back together and was so happy I called her back. At first I was excited but then got real nervous because all the sudden I didn't know if this was really what I wanted. She tried calling a couple times and I talked to her briefly but then I sort of lost interest and blew her off.
Of course a year later I come to my senses and decide to call her again and apologize for being a dbag and see what my chances were. She picked up the phone and I talked to her for a bit. I told her I got scared the year prior but had been thinking about things and wanted to know if she wanted to give it a shot again. She told me that she just got home from her wedding rehearsal and she was getting married to the guy that she dumped to go out with me the year before. So I apologized for being a total ******* to her and hung up the phone. Looking back, I can't believe what I did to her and can only imagine what her dad would do if he could get his hands on me.
3 years of cheating and you didnt find out? WTF, you really need to invade girls privacy more often to avoid these situations.
I dated a girl that I met at "Destination Iowa State" for over three years. I never had a serious girlfriend before that. We had several occasions where we would break up for a few days or a week before we got back together. We had our differences but I thought they were enough to be able to work around. I went on an internship for a semester and a summer and ended up living with one of the guys I had met who was also a fellow intern the next fall. She ended up liking him and even told me so. Nothing happened to my knowledge until one Christmas Break when she calls me when I am at home and they stayed in Ames to tell me that she has decided that she likes him better and that we were breaking up.
It sucked for a while until I realized that it was for the better. Her and I tried too hard to make something work that couldn't. I am friends with both of them today (although it does take time for it to become less awkward around groups of friends) and they are getting married this summer.
A year and a half later I'm still living the single life.
It sucked for a while until I realized that it was for the better. Her and I tried too hard to make something work that couldn't. I am friends with both of them today (although it does take time for it to become less awkward around groups of friends) and they are getting married this summer.
A year and a half later I'm still living the single life.
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Dated a girl a year younger than me for about 6 months (ish). She wasn't exactly "putting out" so I broke up with her in my basement. She went crying out of the house in front of my whole family (awkward).
I obviously didn't tell her I was breaking up with her because of what she wasn't doing but just wanted some space which was half the truth. A few of my buddies knew why I broke up with her and told her one night (**** move).
Her parents and my parents were pretty good friends and her mom told my mom why I broke up with her and my mom asked me if it was the truth (awkward, again)
I was 16 years old what do ya think?
Now the good lord has blessed me with two young daughters. I guess that is what I deserve.
Dated a girl a year younger than me for about 6 months (ish). She wasn't exactly "putting out" so I broke up with her in my basement. She went crying out of the house in front of my whole family (awkward).
I obviously didn't tell her I was breaking up with her because of what she wasn't doing but just wanted some space which was half the truth. A few of my buddies knew why I broke up with her and told her one night (**** move).
Her parents and my parents were pretty good friends and her mom told my mom why I broke up with her and my mom asked me if it was the truth (awkward, again)
I was 16 years old what do ya think?
Now the good lord has blessed me with two young daughters. I guess that is what I deserve.
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My ex-wife cooked me a candlelight steak supper, sat me down and told me she was leaving me for an old boyfriend, one she had been seeing when we hooked up. Only problem was we had two kids by then. He lived 250 miles away.
And the way she told me was, "I have to see if this will work." She left me hanging. The last thing she said to me was, "I'll be back, I promise." So in my emotional state, I believed the *****.
She left me with two kids so she could shack up with her ex-boyfriend, and all the while I was hanging there, thinking she was coming back, not knowing if I really wanted her back, but praying she would return. She didn't, and didn't even have the decency to tell me she wasn't coming back. I could have seen the writing on the wall, I suppose, but I tend to take people at their word, because I can't imagine myself lying to anyone about something so important.
I filed for divorce and the rest is history. As you can tell, I'm not bitter.
And the way she told me was, "I have to see if this will work." She left me hanging. The last thing she said to me was, "I'll be back, I promise." So in my emotional state, I believed the *****.
She left me with two kids so she could shack up with her ex-boyfriend, and all the while I was hanging there, thinking she was coming back, not knowing if I really wanted her back, but praying she would return. She didn't, and didn't even have the decency to tell me she wasn't coming back. I could have seen the writing on the wall, I suppose, but I tend to take people at their word, because I can't imagine myself lying to anyone about something so important.
I filed for divorce and the rest is history. As you can tell, I'm not bitter.
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I told the wife we were done last night after seeing the ad on CF for Cougar Life - The Ultimate Catch
Wow... talk about the buried memories this string has dug up.
The worst break up I was involved with wasn't even mine. My BF from high school, Sue, had gone to NIACC while I went to Ames. We kind of lost touch off and on, but did try to maintain a friendship (eventually, we were each other's maids of honor at our respective weddings).
It's new year's eve, we're 21. I go home to hang with her in Cedar Falls and meet her newest boyfriend. We go out to eat, dink around, yadda, yadda, and then go over to a house party hosted by the boyfriend and his roomies. He is totally blowing her off. It's a bad scene - he's being a real arse, won't talk to her, etc. Sue is devastated - knows this is the end. End up at HyVee, buy a buch of liquor and go to her cousin Diane's house, where this is also a party. Sue-the-lightweight drinks waaay too much. I can hear the midnight countdown as I stand in the bathroom holding her hair up while she's speaking to the porcelain God. (Her Pizza Hut pepperoni of 5 hours came up whole. I found that odd...) This continues on for about 2 hours. Finally, she has nothing left to yak up so cousin Diane and I load her into Sue's car (with borrowed wastebaskets to contain any possible spillage). We take Sue home, put her to bed (she's still insanely drunk - puts her electric blanket on high and gets into bed with her long winter coat on and refuses to move). On the way up the stairs, there's a turn, which she misses and nearly breaks her nose. I should mention I'm on the short side of 5'2 and Sue is nearly 6' so me trying to manhandle her drunken six-foot-self is ridiculous, at best.
I take Diane home, but on the way we talk about how this guy is a total db for doing this on NYE. So, in a moment of blind ambition, we go back to his party. It's probably 3:30 AM, the party is pretty quiet - few drunks left. We bust in like maniacs and start yelling for Mike. We fly into all the bedrooms, and there he is, mounted on a beached-freaking-whale. We are screaming nasty things and if there was anything to throw, we would have. He freaks out, grabs the one sheet left on the bad and CRAWLS UNDER THE BED. Beached whale is, apparently, passed out. She doesn't even flinch. At this point in time, his buddies decide they need to defend him. Much screaming. Much chasing. I slide down the stairs on my arse (lesson learned: never wear shoes you can't efficiently escape with...). We get chased about a block before we lose the angry mob. We get in the car and laugh until we're nearly asphyxiate.
:biglaugh:
In the 3 years since I left, Cedar Falls has built a bunch of roads that I'm not really familiar with. Diane tells me how to shortcut back to Sue's. It's something like 4:30 AM at this point in time - I'm tired. I find myself sliding down a street that isn't finished - it's a sheer patch of ice and I'm skidding straight towards a blockade in my best friend's car. I felt like I was out-of-body, watching it in slow motion. Her beloved car skids up over the snow at the end of the street and there I am, high-strung with the front wheel catching air.
:unsure:
In my worthless shoes, I walk over the block-long patch of sheer ice and find a house with a light on (pre-cell phone - I'm old). The actually let me in and I call my brother and he comes out and digs the car out. To this day, I owe him. Somewhere around 6 AM I get back to Sue's. She hasn't died of alcohol poisoning and I'm relieved. I leave her a giant note saying DO NOT under any circumstance call Mike. NO! CALL ME ASAP.
:no:
I get in my car to discover someone stole my gas cap. WTF - insult to injury. I drive to my parents and as I'm about ready to crash myself, Sue calls. She can't figure out why her nose hurts. I explain the whole scene. She took it pretty well. She seemed quite pleased that we sought revenge on Mike. And, he never called her again!
This was the first of many NYE activities that have made that date on the calendar my least favorite of all.
The worst break up I was involved with wasn't even mine. My BF from high school, Sue, had gone to NIACC while I went to Ames. We kind of lost touch off and on, but did try to maintain a friendship (eventually, we were each other's maids of honor at our respective weddings).
It's new year's eve, we're 21. I go home to hang with her in Cedar Falls and meet her newest boyfriend. We go out to eat, dink around, yadda, yadda, and then go over to a house party hosted by the boyfriend and his roomies. He is totally blowing her off. It's a bad scene - he's being a real arse, won't talk to her, etc. Sue is devastated - knows this is the end. End up at HyVee, buy a buch of liquor and go to her cousin Diane's house, where this is also a party. Sue-the-lightweight drinks waaay too much. I can hear the midnight countdown as I stand in the bathroom holding her hair up while she's speaking to the porcelain God. (Her Pizza Hut pepperoni of 5 hours came up whole. I found that odd...) This continues on for about 2 hours. Finally, she has nothing left to yak up so cousin Diane and I load her into Sue's car (with borrowed wastebaskets to contain any possible spillage). We take Sue home, put her to bed (she's still insanely drunk - puts her electric blanket on high and gets into bed with her long winter coat on and refuses to move). On the way up the stairs, there's a turn, which she misses and nearly breaks her nose. I should mention I'm on the short side of 5'2 and Sue is nearly 6' so me trying to manhandle her drunken six-foot-self is ridiculous, at best.
I take Diane home, but on the way we talk about how this guy is a total db for doing this on NYE. So, in a moment of blind ambition, we go back to his party. It's probably 3:30 AM, the party is pretty quiet - few drunks left. We bust in like maniacs and start yelling for Mike. We fly into all the bedrooms, and there he is, mounted on a beached-freaking-whale. We are screaming nasty things and if there was anything to throw, we would have. He freaks out, grabs the one sheet left on the bad and CRAWLS UNDER THE BED. Beached whale is, apparently, passed out. She doesn't even flinch. At this point in time, his buddies decide they need to defend him. Much screaming. Much chasing. I slide down the stairs on my arse (lesson learned: never wear shoes you can't efficiently escape with...). We get chased about a block before we lose the angry mob. We get in the car and laugh until we're nearly asphyxiate.
:biglaugh:
In the 3 years since I left, Cedar Falls has built a bunch of roads that I'm not really familiar with. Diane tells me how to shortcut back to Sue's. It's something like 4:30 AM at this point in time - I'm tired. I find myself sliding down a street that isn't finished - it's a sheer patch of ice and I'm skidding straight towards a blockade in my best friend's car. I felt like I was out-of-body, watching it in slow motion. Her beloved car skids up over the snow at the end of the street and there I am, high-strung with the front wheel catching air.
:unsure:
In my worthless shoes, I walk over the block-long patch of sheer ice and find a house with a light on (pre-cell phone - I'm old). The actually let me in and I call my brother and he comes out and digs the car out. To this day, I owe him. Somewhere around 6 AM I get back to Sue's. She hasn't died of alcohol poisoning and I'm relieved. I leave her a giant note saying DO NOT under any circumstance call Mike. NO! CALL ME ASAP.
:no:
I get in my car to discover someone stole my gas cap. WTF - insult to injury. I drive to my parents and as I'm about ready to crash myself, Sue calls. She can't figure out why her nose hurts. I explain the whole scene. She took it pretty well. She seemed quite pleased that we sought revenge on Mike. And, he never called her again!
This was the first of many NYE activities that have made that date on the calendar my least favorite of all.