Stephanie: Sweet girl but redefines clingy

(January 2009)

Ok, first of all, I have given up on writing these in the order they occurred. At this point I am just trying to get all the good stuff written so I can start posting these stories as they happen.

So this one is about the girl that I am trying to end things with as we speak. I say trying because she is not going away quietly (which is partly my fault as you will see). I met Stephanie on Monday during happy hour at a local bar. She had just broken up with her boyfriend and was drinking to forget (in my opinion). She was eye fucking me from a few seats down the bar and ended up passing me a note with her name and number. By the way, what is up with note passing in bars. It has happened to me three times in the last 3 months and I see more and more of it when I'm out. Didn't we stop that in middle school? Anyway, so they note got my attention and I went down to talk to her. We hit it off instantly and she invited me back to her place. There were 4 of us at this time so she was amongst friends. Otherwise I would have found it very strange that she invited me back.

So we get to her place and had a couple more drinks. Within an hour or so the others left and it was just the two of us. In not time at all we were going at it on the couch. I think it will take another blog to explain how I always end up in bed with these girls on the first night, but I guess when I decide I want some lovin I know the right things to say. Anyway, we do are thing (a few times over) and I stayed the night.

In the morning we were messing around with her laptop and added each other to our myspace friends lists. I was looking at the pictures on her page and was shocked at what I saw. I came across a picture of her and my X monica cheek to cheek. It turns out they work at the same restaurant and are friends (you read about Monica in my first post). Unbelievable, this city has gotten way to small. I told her, and she said she was into me and didn't care. I should have known that pursuing this further was a mistake, but oh well.

I took off shortly after and in no time she was calling to hang out later that day. Clearly I was dealing with a clingy girl, but she was sweet, young (22), and hot, so why not. We proceeded to spend nearly every day together for the following couple of weeks. Within a week I was getting the statements that scare me off. "I am falling for you", "I've never felt like this before", etc. I started to back a way a bit, but I did like her, so I was not trying to disappear. Then the drama began. On a Saturday that I had plans with the guys, she asked me to at least drop by on my way out and give her a kiss. I knew that really meant "booty call", so why not. I swung by, we did our thing. As I was leaving she said she was concerned about something and proceeded to accuse me of having something going on with my close friend Holly. I hate jealousy, so this rubbed me the wrong way, but I left it alone. I say of course not, and headed out with the guys. Late that night, 1am I think, she called and asked if she could come over when I got home. I was under the impression that she had to work early Sunday morning, and asked her how she could do that and why she wasn't asleep yet. She said she called off so she could spend the night with me. Stephanie had just spent the prior day in tears because of her financial situation. It pissed me off that she would give up money that she claimed to desperately need for a few extra hours with me. I told her I would pick her up though.

I got to her house about 1:30 and another guy friend of hers was there. She came out of the bathroom to answer the door and was wearing nothing but a t-shirt which was not long enough to cover all of the goods (front or back). I couldn't believe it. She said she was just cleaning up for me and that she didn't realize he was sitting where he was and didn't think he would be able to see her when she opened the door for me. This all looked a little fishy to me and being that I was already pissed off about the things above, I told her I didn't want to see her anymore and I took off.

The next day I started to think that maybe I was a little to hard on her, so I went to her place to talk. We did very little talking, and after a little bedroom fun we had both forgotten all about it. BIG MISTAKE. By the end of the following week I realized I should have stuck to my guns. I didn't really trust her anymore, and found myself making excuses to get out of seeing her. I called her and politely told her it was over.

Here is when I start being me and making big mistakes. I broke up with her on a Friday, and on the following Saturday night I went out with a bunch of people and got wasted (taking my mind of things I suppose). I get up Sunday and check my phone. I had a text from Stephanie that said "did you mean everything you said in your voicemail last night? I miss you, lets talk". I raced through the buttons on my phone to get to my call history, and sure enough, I called her at 3:30 am and the call was 46 seconds long. I had and have no recollection of this call. I didn't want to admit that though, so I went over to her house to talk. Once again, very little talking, and lots of sex, and boom we are dating again. So I am an asshole right, yep pretty much, keep reading.

The following Wednesday (a few days ago), I decide to break it off again, and this time I was sticking to my guns. I went to her house and had the talk all over again. She was destroyed, tears were plentiful, and there was even some punching of my chest involved. Anyway, I took my punches (both literally and figuratively) and left. There have been a few texts exchanged in the last few days, but nothing substantial. She seems to be going away, and I seem to be letting her go.

It's just like me to add insult to injury, and last night was no exception. I was texting another girl (who will get her own post soon) all night while out with friends. This new girl was trying to get me to come over which I passed on. At about 2am I sent her a msg saying, "I'm sorry girl, I really wanted to get with you tonight, but I couldn't get free. I'll come over soon". No big deal right? Well, it shouldn't have been, but apparently in a drunken stupor I clicked on the wrong name in my phone and sent that msg to Stephanie. I guess I have inadvertently made it my mission to break this girls heart over and over again. Not real proud of myself.

Needless to say, there is now a restaurant in town that I will never eat at again (and a bar where I know they all hang out). I'm sure there is a very aggressive "I hate Joe club" forming at their restaurant.

Sometimes I play the game on purpose. Some girls are just a glutton for punishment and I don't lose any sleep over messing with their minds a bit. Other times I am just a bad person and find myself deeply regretting my actions. Stephanie is a case of the latter.

Stephanie, you will never read this, but I am very sorry, you are a good girl, good luck to you!