Different Kinda Crazy...

I came across this good old fashioned "dear abbey" style blog and was pretty happy to know I'm not the only one that feels this way. It is actually possible to want to dump a guy who's just TOO into you.

I always feel a little bad when I bring up Adam, he was cute and sweet, very sweet, too freaking sweet. Okay he drove me crazy. He was over enthusiastic every time we hung out, he was always so freaking chipper and he was always telling me how wonderful I was...and that is just a bit much. I was a little bitchy to him, not on purpose, but just because he got so annoying. He lived outside of NY so I thought it would have been perfect because we didn't have to see each other all the time. Yea that's what I thought, however, he called all the damn time, day and night. I didn't want a boyfriend, and all of a sudden, boom, he was introducing me to his friends and family as his girlfriend. Wait, What? We never had that conversation. He would call me whenever he was "in the area" to see if we could meet up for dinner or coffee. OMG, it was just way TOO much and he drove me absolutely insane. Later, I found out that he was telling his brothers and his father and even his uncle about our sex life...umm WTF?

I couldn't get rid of him fast enough. So okay, to him I will always be the "cold-hearted bitch" - from what i hear - but if it went on any longer... i might have suffocated him in the middle of the night with a freaking pillow. I think we both won in the end.

Anyway I'm just so happy that this writer agrees, you can check out there story here: DEAR SUGAR: HE'S TOO INTO ME!

Drama at the Funeral Home

Well, no male psycho stories would be complete without a Gio story. We were together ages ago, for about 3 years...on and off. And it was sweet at first and then it got ugly and then the third time we tried it out again...well, he was a full-fledge psycho. Yea, many stories involve him....but one incident stood out the most. One night he got really pissed off at me because i was going out to a club with my friends...and blah, blah, blah he wound up following me. As the night went on, I saw his face appear through the crowd while I was on the dance floor. No one else saw him and my friends thought i was just drunk. Not the case. Sure enough, we go back to my car, and the window is smashed in. Our purses and wallets and valuables were left in the car, untouched. However a bag with my books were taken. WTF? I didn't understand or know what was going on...but i did see a pack of marlboro cigs that were left in the backseat...i didn't smoke them but i knew who did.

The next day, I received a phone call from the manager of a Funeral home. Yes, Funeral Home. He said that someone dropped off a stack of books on their doorstep that night. He got my number off a note left in a book...I had to go to the Funeral home to pick up my stuff and it was soooo spooky walking in there. I checked out all the pages in the books and I later found the note with my number (not my handwriting) and some creepy words too....well Gio of course denied it forever. Who does that? crazy psycho!

You would think that I would have learned my lesson, but sadly a few months later we tried yet another crazy round. Those stories require a bottle of vodka and some southern comfort, maybe some whiskey....and a shot of tequila...maybe three.

Yup -- sooner or later, the CRAAAAAAZY just comes out and kicks you in the ass!