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Years ago I was at a Halloween party with some friends. We were partying, having a great time. Then this very drunk female started getting all over me. At the time, I was dating someone, so I pulled away from her and tried to gently let her know that I was not interested. She was out of it, but seemed to get the point. A few friends from her group started hanging out with us. We just chilled and had a good time.
When it came time to go, I invited them all to connect on social media and continue the friendship. A few days later the drunk girl calls me, and we were talking on the phone for a little while. I was under the impression that we understood each other. Meaning that she knew I was involved, and we would just be friends.
Apparently I was wrong.
During the conversation I mentioned that I was going to do something special for my girlfriend on our anniversary. She went ballistic on me at that point. I could hear that her insane person button was pressed. She screamed into the phone, “WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU HAVE A F’IN GIRLFRIEND? What the F dude? Why the F are you talking with me, ahole? What about us?”
At that point, I became immediately annoyed and I said, “Us? I thought I made this clear to you at the party? Why are you reacting like a psychopath? We are just talking on the phone!” She dropped some more obscenities, expressed shock that I’d give her the same kind of language she gave me, and before I could tell her that the conversation was over, she made some weird screaming grunting sound, and then she hung up on me. That was the last time we spoke.
Seriously, me thinks me dodged a bullet on that one! Holy crap she was nuts!