well, i've had a bottle of cabernet sauvignon (sutter home or something, i don't like it. too watery) tonight so i'm a bit loose, but i'll give you the gyst of the story: i dated this girl who was SOOOOOOOO hung up on trust and stuff. she thought i cheated on her (which i did not) and during the LONG and drawn out break-up process last september, i would drive to see her late at night (2 hour drive, mind you, and classes were just starting. how embarrassing to write all your profs an email saying "sorry i missed class/slept through class, i'm breaking up right now, i'll try harder next week") and she felt it was her prerogative and right to hit/slap/punch me whenever she wanted. she also tore a leather necklace off my neck. now that hurt. i just stood there and took it like a champ. thinking back on it, i was so foolish. i thought everything was my fault, which was crap. she was kinda out of it and not completely there, if ya catch my drift. after awhile i would dodge and duck the blows, sometimes catch her fist and be like "yo, WTF?!? lay off!!" i'm happy to be out of that relationship.
does your story beat mine, user997? if so.... i think that 'our girls' should get together and wrestle. it'd be well worth watching!!!
