I wasn’t technically “dumped” and if anything, did the dumping but hmm, how short can I make this? I was waiting for my father’s flight to land… and, unbeknownst to me, his flight was re-routed to a different airport. This was post 9/11 so I was waiting in the general terminal area. My dad had made a reservation with a car rental company whose name I won’t submit–they had nothing to do with this–and I ended up striking up a conversation with the dude behind the counter. He gave me his number and I was in an in-and-out relationship at the time–which I told him–and so once I figured out things with Dad and we got to hang out for a few days, I called this dude. We agreed to meet at a bar in the suburb in which he lived, an hour’s drive away for me (stupid decision #1). I drove there and greeted him and we hugged and started playing rounds of pool and having a few drinks. By the time we left I was going to either be sleeping in my car or a major candidate for a DUI so I asked him if I could stay at his house. A few facts I found out over the duration of the evening:
1) He was JUST let out of a halfway house and was living with his parents
2) He’d previously committed several felonies
3) He didn’t even have a driver’s license anymore and asked me to drive even though I was pretty messed up. Fortunately his parents’ place was only a few (suburban, middle-of-the-night, no kids playing in the street to run into, etc.) blocks away.
4) He was very, VERY into me. The only reason I wanted to stay at his house was because his parents were, presumably, there, I was pretty drunk, and I couldn’t drive the hour back to my hometown without endangering the lives of myself and others. He kept trying to kiss me and feel me up while we were playing pool, and I tried to kindly shove him away…to no avail.
Needless to say by the time we got to his parents’ house–this is a 30+ year old man by the way, and I was 22 at the time–he was begging me to sleep with him. He hadn’t had sex in years, he said, with all his time in prison and at the halfway house. I firmly said no, maintained my stance, and slept on his parents’ living room couch which, being Victorian-era or a reproduction of such, sucked, but it was probably a better idea than sleeping in my car.
The following morning I wake up (sawdust-mouthed, head pounding, already knowing the pain and suffering I was in for) and go down to his room to make sure he’s still alive (he had THAT much to drink…another reason not to sleep with him other than the cardinal no-sex-on-the-first-date rule), and he tries to get me into bed with him, and I say that I am leaving, and go to give him a hug goodbye (really stupid mistake #2…or #26 or so…) and of course he pulls me into his bed and starts trying to get into my pants. Then all of a sudden I hear a wail from the doorway…not one that a person cold ignore. Car rental guy and I both look over to a mortified-looking, obese, bleached-blonde-accompanied-by-wayyy-too-much-makeup-and-perfume, woman, who immediately starts ripping HIM a new one for cheating on her. @$$hole!!! I had no idea he had a girlfriend because duh, he never told me. I booked it out of there and was making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything when Rental Car’s girlfriend hauls herself up the stairs and demands to know if “we used protection”. I try to tell her I slept on the couch but she wouldn’t believe me so I finally said yes, we did just to get her off my back. Then she starts crying and that’s it, I’m done, I’ve had enough. I walk out. I’m halfway home when I realize his cell phone is sitting on the passenger seat. I quickly do a 180, try to find his suburb among the many lookalikes around it, and never do. I drive home embarrassed and stupefied, and with a phone I couldn’t unlock or get any info out of, that belongs to a creepy guy who I will NEVER see again. I go to work–I’m working the night shift–and my work BFF, S, we’ll call him, is there. S listens to the story, then tells me I should come by his house later, they are throwing a party or something. Since it’s just a few blocks from work AND home I let my on-and-off boyfriend know and go to S’s house. We end up on the front lawn, drinking cheap beer, me holding rental car guy’s cell phone in my hand and not knowing what to do with it. Finally S tells me to throw it away as far as I can (he lived at the base of a mountain range regularly patrolled by rangers, so it would be dealt with in no time) and I do, flinging the whole mess away…
…or so I think. A few months later Rental Car Guy calls me wanting to know if I have his phone. I tell him, curtly, no, and THEN he proceeds to ask if he can see me again. WTF??? I told him I got back together with my bf so no I can’t see him.
I still have his number in my cell phone so I know NEVER to answer it if he calls. He hasn’t yet (again).