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August 05, 2003Wild Night Pt. 1 - Making a decisionI've written before about NLF, an ex-girlfriend of mine. She developed into a first rate psycho on me. I'll claim some culpability in that, but it was only because I approached the situation in a terrible state and with the perspective that Doug has chosen as his modus operandi regarding dating. Anyway, it was January 31 and I was in Little Rock that evening with ME playing pool and drinking. She and I had dated at one point a year ago and had grown to be good friends who Helped Each Other Out© on occasion. At this point, we had been regularly meeting up on weekends. On this particular night, our mutual friends, the twins T&T, had been on and off the cell with me as they were possibly going to meet up with us. You have to know this about ME. She LIKES to drink. When she has had more than her fair share, she becomes emotional in one of three ways: crying, loving, or furious. For whatever reason, in her intoxicated state, she took the T&T's calling me and I returning their calls as an indication that I wanted to be with one or both of them. It was actually fairly early--around 10 p.m. or so.
She opted for furious. Slurring, she told me to get my jacket, tab out, because we were leaving. I began to protest, but knowing her well enough I knew she had decided, and her mind would not be changed in the pub. Dutifully, I paid our tab and we went to her Tahoe. The pub is perhaps six or seven back way blocks from her condo. She refused to speak even as I tried to figure out what was going on in that beer filled head of hers. And then, it was bound to happen, and then this night it did: *cell phone rings with distinctive ringtone* A: This is Adam. NLF: What are you doing? A: Wellllllll, nothing right now. What are you doing? N: Nothing, just seeing what you're up to. A: So how ya been? N: Oh fine. Why don't you come over here? BAM! A call for Help© had just been issued. Problem is, I was with a very furious ME. To this day, I am amazed how quickly my beer-impaired brain analyzed the various options before me and issued a spoken answer. In short, I knew that I could talk ME down once we got back to her place, but that would take much time coupled with sobering up time, not to mention conversations with a furious drunk. Or I could go over to another ex's condo who is a certified psycho but sounded like she was having a moment of sane clarity. All of this analysis, the decision, and the spoken answer took approximately the same amount of time as it takes a ray of light to travel from one end of a paper clip to the other. The small kind of paper clips. I answered: A: I might just do that. *Insert ever more furious glare by ME at this point.* N: Might? A: Might. Look, can give you a call back in a few minutes? N: Why? A: I'm talking to someone at the moment, but I'll call you back in a few. N: Okay. A:See ya later. (Note the not-so-subtle hint of what my decision already was) N: Bye. I pressed end and turned in my seat towards ME. A: Sorry. Where were we? ME neither looked or acknowledged me. I sit back in my seat, resigned to her furious drunken silent treatment. At this point, I’m still debating whether I will go and talk her down or opt for Curtain #2 by heading over to NLF’s condo. I am inclined to give ME the chance to behave and spend time with her. However, the silent treatment was not a very persuasive way to convince me to stay. I resolved to wait until we reached ME’s condo. Within thirty seconds, we arrived. She parked the Tahoe, removed her keys, opened her door, and exited without a word or a glance. Throwing my head back and rolling my eyes, I stepped from the vehicle into the cold February air. ME never missed a beat. From the moment, her feet hit the pavement, she walked directly to her stairway. A: M. She kept walking. A: (a little louder and incredulous) M? She continued towards her stairway. A: (more seriously) M. She had reached the foot of her stairs and finally paused. To my surprise, she spun rather smoothly to face me. ME: WHO was that? I sighed loudly and pursed my lips slightly. I took a deep breath. A: It was NF. Almost before the words left my lips, she wheeled around, not as smoothly this time, and headed up the stairs. It was the moment of decision. I would either follow furious, drunken ME up to her condo and talk her down over the course of a minimum of an hour and a half, or turn to my Jeep and head over to a certified psycho ex’s condo who appeared to be enjoying a moment of clarity. I cast one last glance at ME as she continued up her stairs. A: Damn. I turned, retrieving my cell phone from my blazer pocket, and marched at a clip to my Jeep. As I walked, the cell phone went through the familiar motions—menu, call log, received calls. NLF’s number was at the top of the list. I climbed into the driver seat, started it up, and pressed send. To be continued in Wild Night Pt. 2 - How I Shocked A Psycho. Posted by Adam H at August 5, 2003 11:40 AM ~ Link Cosmos | Trackbacks (0)Comments
Must be nice to have choices............ Posted by: h at August 5, 2003 11:50 AMAdam, neither one of these ladies sound worth it. I keep thinking of preying mantis sex. Don't lose your head. ; ) Posted by: Courtney at August 5, 2003 01:05 PMAdam dear, it sounds to me like ME thinks there is more to your realtionship than there is. Which, if that is the case cowboy up and lay it to her flat, might hurt her, but at least she'll know where you stand. On that note though....that usually means no more nights out to discover which drunken personality ME will take on...... Posted by: Ash at August 5, 2003 01:59 PMI'm beginning to think the only women that are worth it live permanently in the blogosphere, never too see the light of day in this creature's eyes. Seriously - are the women who blog cooler, or just hiding themselves? As to your phone call the other day. I'm busted. My ex, who was flying in, left a comment on an old, old post. It just happened to show in my comments log when I checked it late at night. She misread the post, then got angry at me writing about what happened, then said to find someone else to party with on my 30th. Ouch. I guess it's a good thing that this happened today instead of Thursday, no? Posted by: TheYeti at August 5, 2003 02:40 PMI can't wait to read pt.2! Geez but I'm glad that I don't have to go through all that stuff again. Posted by: Brenda at August 6, 2003 08:13 AMPost a comment
 
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