This post is sort of inspired by Lew (sorry Lew)
What's the craziest bitch you've ever dated?
Personally had more than my fair share, which were mostly stalking related. But the one which sticks out most is a girl I dated for only a little over a week.
We met through a mutual friend and mostly went for drinks, meals, and stuff. I picked up the tab each time, which was fine. We'd always go back to hers afterward as she lived plum in the center to where all the bars/restaurants were located and we'd just fool around, but without my desperate cock entering her delicious tasting minge. Said she wanted to wait but would be happening real soon. All good.
Anyway one day we wake up midday-ish feeling pretty hungover and I'm needing a pint to fix that, while there's also the added bonus of a live football game starting soon which we both wanted to watch.
So a 2 minute stroll to the pub it was. I've only got like £15 left from the night before and quickly get that spent. I ask her to get some rounds in, no problem she says.
20 minutes left in the game and I tell her to go fill my pint up after she'd already paid for the previous two. Sorry I can't, she says... Oh you run outa cash I ask? (knowing that she hadn't since I'd already seen the £20 notes after she first opened her purse)
Nope, it's just that I've got some family birthdays and a wedding coming up next month and need to save for those she replies.
So you can't get me one more beer in coz you got some expenses next month even though I've spent hundreds on us the previous 7-10 days? That's right, she says.
I instantly stand up and tell this tight fisted cunt that me and her would NEVER work and snap walk out the pub.
What followed was 3 months of full on stalking. Phone calls, texts, knocks on the door, hand posted letters - which would make 408 blush.
It was a fucking nightmare. More I told her to fuck off, the more she upped her game with weird new ways to fuck with me.
Her final act was to knock on my mother's door to tell her she was pregnant with my child and that I'd insisted she got rid or I'd make sure she lost it anyway (she told this story to my mum with tears rolling down her crazy face)
Remember I'd not even had sex with this lunatic, and when confronted she insisted that we did but I just mustn't have remembered.
This was 15 odd years ago btw. But I still get to see twats face in the local newspaper sometimes as her grandfather was a highly famous footballing figure in this city and she goes to opening ceremonies and shit like that sometimes.
Still creeps me the fuck out after seeing her face.
Though my story is probably pretty tame compared to other experiences. Unless you married your childhood sweetheart that is.
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Originally Posted by Hockey Guy
