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Don't know if this qualifies, but about a year ago I dated a girl from the east coast for a short time in what was a very intense but short-lived relationship. She ended up flying out to see me in California after we agreed to call it quits, and on our final night together after a particularly intense argument she walked very calmly into the kitchen and returned with two bottles of wine and a ten inch chef's knife in her hands. I sat outside with her for three hours absolutely terrified watching her demolish those bottles, completely unsure whether or not she was planning on stabbing either herself or me, untill she finally passed out.
Never been so frightened in my entire life. Christ.
Never been so frightened in my entire life. Christ.
). Vicki came into the Circle K I was working at, late at night, like 1am. A little bit on the chubby side, long red hair, kind of pretty, not spectacular. Talked to her a bunch, she started coming in pretty frequently, just hanging out talking. Her parents owned one of the big carnival companies, she usually stayed at their place while they were travelling running the show. A week or two later, she came in looking a bit rough. Turns out her parents hadn't paid the electric bill while they were gone and it got shut off. I told her she could stay at my place till she got a hold of them and got it turned back on, I had a 1 bedroom apartment and a pull out sofabed. Figured we'd end up screwing, so even though I had a date planned with the other girl that night (universal studios halloween horror nights) I decided i'd break up with the other girl at the end of the date. She wasn't really upset, it wasn't a high energy/passion relationship for either of us.
