Greetings, Members of the Dwight Schrute Army of Champions
Today I have a question I was saving, and today might as well be the day. I always enjoy reading about these stories, because some are funny, some are sad, but I think people learn from them.
Worst experience with dating/relationships. Oh, and I’ve never asked this before, but I want our fearless leader, Mr. Scott Keith to answer the question as well.
Mine, well, mine is a bit of a tale, but here we go…
I had a friend, we’ll call him Polly. He has the name of a
bird, so we’ll go with Polly. Anyways, him and I were as close as
friends as you could be, you know? I would have taken a bullet for him,
and vice versa. I loved the guy. Anyways, he had a sister, we’ll call
her Andrea. I was 19, she had just turned 17. Now, over the years she
had just been my best friend’s younger sister, but as I grew older, I
started to notice how incredibly beautiful she was. I mean, she’s
stunning. Not just that, but she had this incredible personality. She
had all these fantastic quirks that I picked up on, and adored. Goddamn,
I sound like such a bitch right now, but it’s true. At one point, my
friend’s parents were leaving for a week long vacation, and asked me to
babysit the house. You see, there was a younger son, he was about 7. He
needed a ride to school every morning, and my pal worked all the time,
and so someone needed to be there to take care of the little guy. Well,
me being the most trust worthy man alive, and also Polly’s best friend,
they hired me to stay there and watch the house.
Well, over the
week I spent hours and hours with his sister. We had everything in
common, it was unreal. I’d never met anyone like that. Well, after that,
my feelings just got worse, to the point that I fell in love with her.
It was absolutely horrible. I was mopey all the goddamn time, I couldn’t
listen to ANY song talking about a girl because it would depress the
fuck out of me.
I asked all my friends, and people I knew well if
they’d let me date their sister. It was a resounding yes. I’m a very
trust worthy guy. I’m the perfect motherfucker you’d want to bring home
to mom. So, I thought, my best friend just HAS to say yes. However, I
felt there was no way she’d dig me, because at the point I was at my
fattest, and was a total goof. I’d dye my hair all sorts of colors. Red,
blue, green, yellow, black, all types of shit. I never worked, I just
sat at home and played guitar all day. What on Earth would a girl like
her want from me?
Then one night at a party, I got to talking to
one of my friend’s ex girlfriends. I was drunk, and let it slip I had a
thing for the sister, and she couldn’t believe it. Because, apparently,
the sister would talk about me non-stop. Non-fucking-stop. She was
really, really into me apparently. Thought I was the cat’s pajamas, so
to speak.
I couldn’t believe it. It was like, the greatest high
I’d ever had. It was such an incredible feeling, I couldn’t f’ning
believe it.
So, that was all I needed to hear. My friend HAD to
say yes…he just HAD to. Everyone else said they would, and this guy is
my best friend. He knows me better than anyone, and why wouldn’t you
want your best friend to date your sister? It’s so much better than just
some random creep.
So, I approached my friend, I got really high
on vicodin before hand so I’d have the nerve. He told me he really
appreciated the fact I came to him, gave me a hug, and said we’d talk
about it. Whoohoo, good news, baby.
We went to a Greek restaurant, that we always hit up, for lunch. He then gave me his answer.
No.
He
fucking said no. I couldn’t believe it. How could he? How fucking could
he? He gave me no real reason, and just left it at that. I’d never felt
like that before. I was beyond heart broken, man. How could he do this?
It took a lot for me to not break down and cry right there, I was so
upset. I sound like such a fucking sissy saying all this, but, oh well.
How fucking DARE he do this to me? Well, I was beyond bummed for a day
or two. How could my so called best friend shoot me down like this? A
guy I’d take a bullet for, say no?
Well, a few days later I did
something a little stupid. I called her and asked her out. All I wanted
was to hear her say yes. That’s it. I just wanted to hear her say yes. I
wanted the yes. I wanted that to be all mine. I wanted my own proof
that for one moment, her and I could have been. So, I called and asked
her if she wanted to hang out next week, have a pizza and watch The
Goonies [her ideal date] and she said yes. I told her that I’d have to
talk to her brother, get his approval, and if he was cool with it, then
we’d be set. If he wasn’t, then it couldn’t happen. She understood.
So,
my plan was to call my friend and resubmit my case. To make the
motherfucker understand I’m not some back alley rapist or something. The
asshole. I’m his all time best friend, he had to hear me out and
understand where I was coming from. That I was in love, and very serious
about it. So, I called him and left a msg. Then left another. I didn’t
hear from him the whole weekend.
So, Monday morning arrived. And,
with it. A very, very pissed off friend. He got in my face, screaming
his fucking head off about how I went behind his back, and went against
his word and just did what I wanted anyway. He never gave me a chance to
explain. To tell him that I would have never gone through with it if
he’d shot me down a second time. That all I wanted was to just hear her
say yes. My best friend, in the whole world, never gave me a chance to
tell my side of the story.
I’ve maybe spoke to him once since then. He got married and everything.
So,
instead of being with the girl of my dreams, I lost that, as well as my
best friend. Really, this was the exact opposite of everything I was
shooting for. Not exactly a slam dunk. Oh, and at one point I think she
ended up dating a guy who use to hit her. So, my friend made the right
choice.