I'm mightily drunk in Vienna as I write this, so keep this in mind when requesting pics and or cliffs, my misc brethren.
I'd been dating this girl named Lauren for 3 months up until yesterday. The seemingly great girl - super nerdy, the kind who played fallout, skyrim, made me sandwiches, blowjobs on demand. The perfect girl, in my humble opinion. And, for many of you, I suspect even that basic criteria and description would be a huge bonus.
Everything was going great. Despite only having dated for 3 months, I decided inviting her on a euro-trip was a great idea. I thought I'd analyzed and scanned for any red flags - past relationships, honesty, family problems, etc. etc. Two things stood out. Her family issues (especially in telling the truth to her father, who it turns out was a horrible role model and cheated on her mother), and in regards to her shockingly high number of "guy friends". Despite this, she was a seemingly very socially awkward girl, the sort who didn't foster guy friends for the attention and slootiness factor, but rather for actual sincere friendship.
One guy in particular, a guy named "Duncan", was an issue. He'd text and text her over the course of the summer, and, from what I witnessed, she'd ignore him. Skype, text, e-mail, etc. She wouldn't respond. Keep in mind, we'd both discussed our dating pasts. We both said we'd only slept with a few other people (2 each, to be exact).
Fast forward to yesterday. 9/3/2013. We've finally landed in Vienna from the JFK and Frankfurt airports. Finally, after a month of preparing and separation, united. Kissy, flirty, happy. Both authentically in love. But she pulls out her phone...an otherwise innocent meaningless gesture. I, in my natural curiosity, peek a glance.
It's Duncan. Except the number is unmarked - simply a string of numbers rather than a name. However, I can tell, just from the language, that it's Duncan. Something pathetic and weepy about "I miss you so much - it was great to see you, please text me when you can".
Naturally, and at this point, without proof of who it was, I confront her. She says its some guy named Sean (who she'd previously mentioned had moved to Oklahoma). I say if that's the case, show me the text. We're on a train to Vienna from the airport, and she says she'll discuss it with me once we arrive at the hotel. I nod, but don't consent. I say I want to know, and that I hate her acting shady.
As soon as the two of us arrive at the Vienna central station, I confront her. I demand she shows me her phone and spill the beans - who is it, why is the number unmarked, and why is this guy sending such a weepy message? She refuses to show me. I instead opt to take her phone from her pocket and look at it, at which point she cries and begs I don't. Upon opening the text, I see the phrases "I love you Duncan, I'm so glad you still care about me" and all this other bull****. One particular phrase, "Lauren, I'm not just going to be your fairweather boyfriend when you're back from Maine" really stuck with me.
It was pathetic. The girl I loved and had invited to travel the world with me, had ****ed this supposedly beta guy named "Duncan" before me, lied about it, and then continued to tell him that she loved him. And he know she was dating me. The shame I felt for being conned into such a situation was immeasurable.
I asked a few questions. She admitted she was pathetic. Admitted she had ****ed him, and that they were more than friends at one point. The lies killed me. I threw her phone at a wall, told her point blank to never speak to me again, and walked off into Vienna to buy a bottle of whisky and meet up with a girl named Nina who I knew from a few years ago (who I'd otherwise never planned on contacting directly).
In a rather drunken haze, I informed her father and mother of the fact she'd cheated on me, emotionally, and likely physically (she confessed they saw each other at a party while in California). I have no idea where she is, or if/how she got home, and frankly, I don't care. She admitted and (as I saw with my own eyes), said she loved another man while dating me. She admitted how pathetic she was, how she'd understand why I hate her. The ****ed up thing is, this same girl I'd jokingly show misc. threads about **** like this, and she'd rage and rage and rage. Now this same thing happens. I even absently mentioned that, and she started crying.
Why, misc? This same chick loved me. The ****ed up thing is, I truly believe that. Despite every logical part of my mind saying otherwise, I know she did. Or does. I just can't ever, and will never, forgive her for cheating/loving another guy while in a relationship with me. I threw her phone at a wall and walked away, saying to never contact me again - leaving her to her own devices in Vienna, and on her own to get back home.
Semi cliffs:
- **** you, read the whole post
- Left ex girlfriend in Vienna central station at start of euro-trip after finding out she'd emotionally and physically cheated on me
- Told parents (and dad, who'd said I was a great guy and maintained e-mail connection with me) that their daughter had cheated on me and explained she was a slut and that I was leaving her in the Vienna train station.
- she weeps and apologizes and says shes pathetic and understands why I'd hate her but "wants me to at least take her to hotel" (which i'd paid and booked) before I leave.
- What the **** do I do know since my whole 3 months was planned around us being together (I have to message every host telling them it won't be two people as they expect). Totally change plans? Bang lots of hot euro broads? Change my countries that I visit?
- Miscers please get me drunk in central europe?
- Fuarakrarrkkrkrkkkkk
Chicks don't care about physical features half as much as men. While you're spending every free moment at the gym, your girl is feeling neglected.
@theses stories being so damn descript.......I hear them muthafkas on reddit troll the fukk out the site
my nikka
