Mike,

Your lucky you didn't marry her. First they cry, then they sue. I have been pretty lucky in this area I only had one but she wasn't as bad as you guys make yours sound. Fortunately for me she had another ex she could go cry to that wanted to give it another shot. I still remember when they picked her shit up. She told him I might attack him. ROFL
I was like "good luck man". I shook his hand and helped him get her shit out of my house. I even offered to buy the poor sap lunch. The look of bewilderment on his face was priceless as I think he began to wonder if what he was doing was the right thing. As soon as she moved I got another place. For 2 years only my closest friends knew my address and my phone number.

The Bobs suggest breaking up on a Friday in an attempt to avoid any confrontation. Had you followed their advice...

Dang it. Your typing speed has improved since you went over to Warpaint.

No, that is wrong and I do not want to encourage her at all.

No one.

I always wondered where my sister got those scars you son of a bitch.

I don't have a good stalker story, but I've got a semi-lame one from my single days.

I had broken up from a long-time relationship, and moved to a place near my job. After a month or so, she started calling and wanting to get back together, since the married men she was cheating on me with had apparently lost their luster.

Lo and behold, when this woman's lease expired, out of the entire city of St. Louis, she moved to the closest apartment complex possible to my house, even though it was a long drive from her job. She wanted to meet again, and by this time I had already met my wife and was getting serious with her.

In the meantime, my company had had massive layoffs, and I was out the door. I was packing to move to Texas with my future wife when this woman called again and wanted to meet. She'd heard about the layoffs, and wanted to know about my job. I told her I'd been laid off, but everything was fine. She then asked if I was staying in St. Louis. Yep, sure am. Well, tell me if you're going to move, because I really want to stay in touch with you. Yep, sure will. You promise? Yep.

A few days later, I was on the road to Texas. I never heard from her again.

Perhaps I should have changed the names, no?

Somebody should go check the basement of your old house in St. Louis.

[Well, tell me if you're going to move, because I really want to stay in touch with you. Yep, sure will. You promise? Yep.

A few days later, I was on the road to Texas. I never heard from her again.[/QUOTE]

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I miss you...why don't you call me anymore? I drive by your appartment everyday. I even carved your name in my arms next to Tina's.

I don't really have any psychos following me around stil. They are all pretty normal.

Most of them are married, because the rule is that the guy after me is the one they get married to. Clockwork.

That was before I figured out the whole basement thing. (Picking teeth.)

Sure. Why don't you come over to my place...for dinner.

ROFL ROFL ROFL REP

That was mean.