Crazy Ex Stories Part 1

The other night I was up late with some friends laughing about the past. I'm so glad that over the years I still have friends who knew me back in the day... back when I thought I was really cool.. back when I had a really chubby face, and back when I dated the crazy guy. 

Oh, wait.

There could have been a few of those.  In fact, I think we all had a crazy or two.  Jeff had a couple.  I had a few.  They make for some good stories.

Today's story is brought to you by my crazy high school boyfriend.  We dated for a couple years in high school, mostly because every time I tried to break up with him he'd cry.  Like, tears...crazy amounts of them, too.  One night I tried to break up with him (one of the many, many times) and he sat there and bawled on my shoulder in the front room of his best friend's house til my shirt was soaking wet.  And when I say soaking wet, I mean someone asked me if I had been sprayed by a hose later that night.  We'll just say he was a tad bit emotional.  He was also a total stalker and I would go as far as to say he was slightly unstable.  Maybe slightly is an understatement.  This is just a mild story from the crazy times.  But don't worry, we'll get to retraining orders, golf clubs and ambulances
 and key lime ice cream later.

Anyway, skip ahead to when I finally, finally dumped him.  He couldn't deal with it, and I didn't care.  I was working as a hostess at the country club at the time.  The hostess stand was by the front door of the restaurant, which looked across the golf course.  There was another entrance that opened to the country club, you walked down a long hall, went through the formal dining room and you could also come that way.  From the hostess stand I would watch the hall as well and could catch the reflection in the window (like a mirror) of guests coming down the hall.  It gave me time to walk over and greet them before I could actually see them.  One night I was watching the hallway and noticed a single person creepily walking down the hall.  They peeked around the corner.  It was my ex.  I was like... uh are you serious?   So I called my manager from the hostess phone.  His office opened to the hall.  I told him to stick his head out and tell me if the guy was there.  He stuck his head out and sure enough, he was there.  So for the next 30 minutes this guy stalked me from the hallway, and I pretended like I couldn't see him.  He'd run away every time a server came out the door, and he'd run away if I moved too far from the stand.  Then for fun, when I thought he wasn't looking, I RAN full speed down the hall towards him.  He was too fast, and he got away... but not before I actually SAW him.  I yelled his name but he took off.  The other waiters all volunteered to talk to him, but I figured he'd just end up crying so I said not to worry about it.

When I asked him about it later he denied it... but that doesn't do you any good when I actually SAW you. 

Then the creeper got a job there.  But by then I had quit and I forget where I was working.   The friends I had there that worked with him would text me and tell me what a creep he was. Oh yeah? You don't say...