DISCLAIMER: I am sure he will eventually find out what I have done... but if you decide to do anything, please don't mention my name or this site. Just generally letting him know he is a prick, etc. is good enough. Thanks!Bored? Sure you are! Bethany is going to give you something fun to do! Pass this link along to your friends! To your enemies! To anyone! It's fun for all! Ok, background story. Brian is a guy I was hanging out with a bit recently. Thought he was a decent and sweet guy, but he has this undercurrent of bullshit that I saw through but tried to ignore. He ended up being a fucking wack job. Here is the story:
I feel like a horrible judge of character. Poodle guy turned out to be a complete psycho. (He claims to be straight but owns a toy poodle) I went over there after the Art Festival. Layed around and watched TV while he was on the phone with 5 different girls. Fine. I really have no more feelings for this guy, but he had always been pretty sweet to me and so complimentary... so I sort of tried to ignore his overall shadiness. Sometimes we would really click. But most of the time, I felt like I was talking to a brick wall. He would say cheesy shit. Our sense of humor is opposite. And to me, that is huge. Another red flag... the longer I knew him, the less attractive he became to me. By Sunday night, he was freaking Quasimodo.
I was going to stay over but didn't have an alarm clock that worked, so I was joking and said "Your worthless" to which he said "If you don't like it, you can leave." It was already 4am, so I am like "Fuck you" joking around, sort of. Sort of not. He FLIPS OUT and is like "FUCK WHO???? FUCK WHO??? GET THE FUCK OUT! LEAVE!" He grabs my purse off the table and is yelling for me to get out, so he opens the door and goes into the hallway with it. By the time I get my flip flops on, shit from my purse in strewn all over the hall. I gather it in disbelief and he passes by me and tells me to get the fuck out again. I am like, "Fine, I am leaving. Calm your ass down. By the way, you have a small dick." Because he does.
I get my shit together. I start walking towards home, which is about a mile and a half at 4:30 in the morning. I go to hail a cab and notice I have no money. The psycho fucker stole money from me. Then freakboy starts texting me. Crazy shit. Like "FUCK WHO? Play with fire and you will get burned, amatuer." I am like "Fuck off you bi-polar psycho!" Then he starts launching into shit about a restraining order and makes it known he has also stolen my ID.
I knew deep down this guy was no good the 3rd time we hung out. He gave off some weird tell tale signs, but before that, I just knew he had had a really rough childhood and I started attributing his shadiness to that. But there is no excuse to be this much of a chode. It's like "Are you 29 or 19?!?!"
Yesterday, I wanted to go to a bar with some girlfriends and realized I couldn't because the ass stole my license for no reason. So I was meeting my girl's at the Hoagie Hut, which is right across from his place. They wanted to go over there and get my ID back. So we walked over and some chick buzzed us in. They went up there to get it and the fuckstick denied he had it! They were like "We saw the text messages with her old address on it, we know you have it." Cock gobbler responds with "Um, I looked that address up online" or some similar bullshit. Yeah, my ass! So I go up there, fucking pissed. I bang on the door. No response. So I yell out "Ok, have it your way." Don't fuck with a girl who has a popular website...
I wasn't going to do this... but homeboy done pissed me off. I ended up getting into the bar anyway and I am getting a new ID today, but its the principal of the thing... you know? I wasn't going to get this personal... but if you are bored (which if you weren't why else would you be here?) here is some info to do with what you wish:
2624 N Lincoln Avenue #3R
Chicago, IL 60614
He lives right above Deja Vu
HE IS PSYCHO!
DO NOT DATE HIM!
And that's all I have to say about that.