I met this girl from a friend. He invited this girl to come hang out so that I could meet her and she could meet me. I didn’t know that he was setting us up, you know how friends are. So we hung out, had fun, and later hung out some more. We continue seeing each other until we had “the talk” and voted that we are now “boyfriend/girlfriend” offically, before facebook made relationships official, does that make me old? I never understood why this was such a complicated procedure, becoming an item. No one’s relationship just kinda-sorta happens. It’s a process. Anyway, getting off on another subject here. This girl’s name was weird, but she was cool, out of respect I'll keep the name anonimous but that doesn't mean that I'm making this up it all really went down. She was a nice country girl. Her parents loved me, and I think that they were already planning our wedding right from the get-go. I would go over to her house all the time and we’d do the whole falling in love thing. It was fun, as it always is, falling in love. I really liked her and she really liked me. She also had a pet raccoon. Just a weird side note. It lived in her barn and we’d go out back in the barn and feed it fruit loops and sneak some kisses in-between all of that. So things are going great we are young, dumb, in high school and in love. After we dated for a couple of months was when it started going downhill.
As time grew on so did her “clinginess” to me. She wanted more and more to be around me. All the time, like seriously all the time. I was a busy kid in high school. Wrestling, band, work, church, friends, and family. I tried finding time to do all of this as well as please her. Which became harder and harder because the longer we dated the more she wanted to be with me. Unfortunately many times I had to let her down telling her that I couldn’t hang out with her because of work or another extra-curricular activity. A family event or that I just wanted to hang out with my friends. Don’t get me wrong, I made time for her. She saw me almost every day but everyday just wasn’t enough. Sometimes she would start to cry when I told her that I couldn’t see her or if I had called her after having a bad day, she would cry and ask if we were breaking up. I always got a little annoyed by this because I wasn’t going to break up with her and I couldn’t figure out where she was getting this idea. I would talk to her about my bad day at work and then she would say in the middle of it “Are you breaking up with me?” I would pull the phone away from my ear and look at it confused and mouth “What the hell?”
So this happened quite a few times. She would cry, ask if we’re breaking up, and then I would comfort her and reassure her that we weren’t breaking up. After a while I got pretty tired of this. So one day I had promised my friend, that originally set us up and who knew our relationship's situation, that I would hang out with him. He loved cars and street racing and looking cool cruising up and down Wanamaker road. I never got that into it but did it because he liked it. It didn’t help any that I had a nice car. A 2000 Mustang convertible it was black and way cool. So I told her that he and I were going to go cruising and that I had promised him that he and I would hang out. She cried…I comforted her…again. Reassured her that I still loved her, we were still together, etc.
So he and I are cruising around, every now and then drag racing a car at a stop light. After a while, I looked and noticed in my rear view mirror her car. Weird…oh well maybe she’s just out with her friends. She did have a friend in the passenger seat. Oh well, I shrugged it off and didn’t think much of it. We continued driving around and she continued following us. So I drove a little faster thinking that I would lose her so it wouldn't bother me so much that she was right behind us kissing my bumper. Well she must’ve taken driving lessons from NASCAR because she kept the same distance behind me everywhere I went. My friend started noticing that I kept checking behind us and driving faster. As he started to look back I quickly told him not to look behind us. He asked why and I told him that my little lady friend had been following us that night and I was trying to lose her. He just sat back in his seat knowing that this wasn’t going to turn out good. I pulled into Barnes and Noble thinking that there was no way that she would go as far as to follow us into Barnes and Noble as well. So we got out and went into the store to the magazines and looked at car magazines. It wasn't even five minutes before she came up, jumped on me from behind holding my arm. I took a deep breath and faced her. “Hey!” She sounded so happy it made me sick. “What are you doing here?” she had the nerve to ask. “I am hanging out with [insert friends name]…what are you doing here?” she could tell that I wasn’t too happy. It must have been awkward for the friends that we both had brought along. “It’s fine…lets just look around.” So we walked throughout Barnes and Noble.
I didn’t make a peep. She was glued to my side clenching my arm. Finally after a while of walking around pretending to look at books trying to distract from the awkwardness, her friend saved the day and said that she should probably get home. “Good idea” I replied. “I’ll take you, [friend] just wait here I’ll be back.” He understood. She knew what was coming. So we got in my car and headed out to her friend’s house. Her friend just happened to live way out in the boonies, how convenient for this situation, so we had a long 20 minute ride to the house. The car was silent. Dead silence would have been noisy in this situation. This was an awkward silence of knowing what was coming. When we got to her friends house she quickly got out of the car. She knew what was coming too. I said goodbye and that it was nice meeting her. Then we headed back towards town another 20 brutal minutes. Again silence. I looked forward not making a sound. I couldn’t even think in this situation. My knuckles were white clinching the steering wheel in frustration. Without looking at her I could hear her starting to cry. Here comes the waterworks.
We continued driving, I was silent, and she was weeping. I knew what she was going to say and had my answer ready to fire away. “Are we breaking up?” my golden ticket to the chocolate factory! The exact question that I knew was coming, it was as if our whole relationship was a training for me to answer this one question. Without hesitation I answered not looking her direction. “Yeah, we’re done.” She was pretty shocked by this response so many times I comforted and reassured her that we were not breaking up. Finally, I flipped and gave the answer that was a long time coming. She stopped crying for a moment as to figure out exactly what I said. Then the dam broke, the waterworks continued. I kept my eyes forward watching the little white lines whiz by in the middle of the road. A little bit later she needed a reconfirmation that we had broken up. “So… (sniff)…are we really breaking up (sniff sniff)?” This time I looked over at her. “We broke up a couple of miles down the road.” I looked back forward and continued watching the passing lines. I could hear her really start crying now. After a little bit longer I got frustrated with the whole situation and said something that I probably shouldn’t have said. “Why are you crying? We broke up way back there, it’s over, done.” I was angry and frustrated. I wasn’t thinking. She did stop crying for a second though. I don’t think she could believe that I actually just said that. But I did. She cried some more and I drove quicker just to get this situation over with.
After what seemed like an eternity we arrived to Barnes and Noble. I pulled up to her car and sat waiting with my car still running. She brought herself together and asked, “So now what do we do?” I thought that this was a stupid question. So I put it simply for her so that she’d understand what was going on between us. “Well, now you’re going to get out of my car.” Blunt I know. Again she was shocked. She started opening her door slowly and was still crying. She stood outside my car and just looked at me sobbing. “Are we?” before she could finish I answered her question. “We broke up way back there down the highway, we’re done, and you can shut my door now.” Again I was very blunt. Kind of rude too. Ok I was really rude. She shut my door and I left her standing there watching my black car disappear in the dark. I drove around for a little while longer on Wanamaker then realized that I forgot my friend at Barnes and Noble. He had been waiting there for a little over an hour. Oops. So I quickly drove back and passed her sitting in her car crying. I parked then ran inside. He and I came out and he was obviously curious as to what happened. We got in the car and drove by her again. He looked over pointing out her car. “Hey there’s…oh…OH…ok.” Nothing needed to be said he understood what happened. I was quiet and upset and she had her head in her hands crying in her car in the Barnes and Noble parking lot.
After a few weeks he came back and told me that her parents got mad at her for me breaking up with her. This really surprised me because of how we had broken up. I saw her parents at my work and they came up and talked to me. Saying that I’m always welcome in their house and that their daughter missed me. That surprised me too. How could she miss me after what I did to her? I later apologized and we became friends again. About 10-11 months after we broke up she had a beautiful baby girl...not mine don't worry, geez.
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