:spam:ing drama!!!!
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From: Port-au-Prince, Haiti
My first serious relationship in DC was with a girl named Kristen. Kristen was a very attractive girl, tht interesting combo of black hair and green eyes. At first (like most cases of psycho-bitchdom) everything appeared to be normal. The only real gripe that I had is that she would never eat anything. She was a little girl, but getting her to eat anything other than a salad or a bagel was like trying to pull teeth (you can save the cheap date jokes....I've heard them all 
)
Now one of the biggest problems with dating a girl who isn't an architect is that they don't realize how much work is actually involved...I was working late hours, and supervising others. I'd try and make time during the week, but things just didn't always pan out that way. I don't have concrete for brains....so I would always ask her if everything was okay...if she was troubled by something to let me know, just be honest....but she would always say no. Then I would leave the house and the "Tribunal of Girlfriends" would hold court. Two days later I would get the follow up from one of her friends:
"We need to talk"
My reaction:
"Why the
am I hearing this from you???"
So after two or three times of this happening, I am getting pretty fed up and Kristen knows it. She starts eating chocolate....BAGS AND BAGS OF IT! I once saw this lil' stick girl inhale two bags of Hershey's Kisses BY HERSELF, in no more than twenty minutes!
It's at this point that she starts carrying around a butterknife....she brings it everywhere she goes....twirling it in her hand.....she'd even bring it into the bathroom! I have no idea to this day what the purpose of carrying that thing was for. I mean it was a butterknife...if you're going to stab me, at least go for quality! Go Ginsu!
I finally confronted her about it...basically telling her that the knife was freaking me out (which it was)...so I took it and hid it in the upper shelves.
The hissy fit that took place was, while looking back, funny, but was extremely disturbing at the time:
\"GIVE ME MY KNIFE BACK IT'S MY KNIFE GIVE IT BACK I NEED IT IT'S MINE!!!!!!!!!!!\"
I took the knife, slowly put it back in her hand (blade first so she couldn't butter me to death with it), left the room.........and never went back again. From that day onward....whenever a friend of mine (guy OR girl) saw her around they would say...."Hey I ran into Butterknife Bitch today"
That name stuck to her to this day........Like I said josh....I feel for ya........
)Now one of the biggest problems with dating a girl who isn't an architect is that they don't realize how much work is actually involved...I was working late hours, and supervising others. I'd try and make time during the week, but things just didn't always pan out that way. I don't have concrete for brains....so I would always ask her if everything was okay...if she was troubled by something to let me know, just be honest....but she would always say no. Then I would leave the house and the "Tribunal of Girlfriends" would hold court. Two days later I would get the follow up from one of her friends:
"We need to talk"
My reaction:
"Why the
am I hearing this from you???"So after two or three times of this happening, I am getting pretty fed up and Kristen knows it. She starts eating chocolate....BAGS AND BAGS OF IT! I once saw this lil' stick girl inhale two bags of Hershey's Kisses BY HERSELF, in no more than twenty minutes!
It's at this point that she starts carrying around a butterknife....she brings it everywhere she goes....twirling it in her hand.....she'd even bring it into the bathroom! I have no idea to this day what the purpose of carrying that thing was for. I mean it was a butterknife...if you're going to stab me, at least go for quality! Go Ginsu!
I finally confronted her about it...basically telling her that the knife was freaking me out (which it was)...so I took it and hid it in the upper shelves.
The hissy fit that took place was, while looking back, funny, but was extremely disturbing at the time:
\"GIVE ME MY KNIFE BACK IT'S MY KNIFE GIVE IT BACK I NEED IT IT'S MINE!!!!!!!!!!!\"
I took the knife, slowly put it back in her hand (blade first so she couldn't butter me to death with it), left the room.........and never went back again. From that day onward....whenever a friend of mine (guy OR girl) saw her around they would say...."Hey I ran into Butterknife Bitch today"
That name stuck to her to this day........Like I said josh....I feel for ya........
