A PROMISE KEPT

I promised a young friend to write about some of the guys I dated prior to my getting married.  She thinks that only she has dated crazies and that it will not get better and it will always be this way for her.  Well, I am here to tell her that it will get better and it won't always be this way.  I dated my share of crazies before I got married.  Perhaps, my young friend is now actually dating the young sons of the crazies I once dated.

Let me tell her about some of my doozies...

• There was the guy in high school whose nickname was "Puppy".  Well, I came to find out that his nickname was "Puppy" because he was such a dog.  And, after finding out what a dog he actually was, I called him on the phone to tell him that I was not going to see him anymore.  And then he literally tried to run me over with his car, in front of our high school.  Guy # 1.
• There was the guy I met driving down the street and we both pulled over and exchanged telephone numbers and when he showed up for our first date he was dressed like Super Fly in a green hat, flowing cape and a purple suit.  The guys in my neighborhood who were standing outside when he came to pick me up could not stop laughing.  Guy # 2.
• Or the guy I ran into on the street years after we stopped dating.  He was then homeless.       Guy # 3.         
• Or the 6'4" jock I dated in high school whom I saw on a downtown street some years ago with his arm around the person who was his best friend in high school.  They are now both gay.  Guy # 4.
• There was the guy who wrote my name in black spray paint on the walls of his mother's living room from ceiling to floor.  He did this after I told him that I didn't want to see him anymore.  And, then he stalked me for four years.  That was guy # 5.
• There was the cowboy.  Guy # 6.
• There was the guy who was old enough to be my father who actually turned out to be a friend of my father's (unbeknownst to me of course).  Guy # 7.

As the saying goes...I could go on and on and on.  But, I just wanted to give my friend a sampling and some hope.  It really does get better.  But, I do also want her to know that she does have to kiss a few toads before she finds that prince.  I have my share of warts.

But, I saved the best for last and he wasn't even my boyfriend.  This guy dated my girlfriend.  When she shouted to him through her grandmother's front storm door that she didn't want to see him anymore...he ripped the storm door off of its hinges.  She and I still laugh about that one.


Peace