itwillallworkout : I could tell several different stories, but I’ll stick to just a couple, and like PPs I will give them all a name, ha
The Frat Boy: In college, I wasn’t in a sorority or anything, but hung with several girls that were, so I was around a lot of guys in a few different frats. I met this guy one night when hanging out with a group of guys in his fraternity. We found out our hometowns were actually 15 mins apart, and we had so much in common. I met his parents like a week after we started seeing each other, and I thought he was perfect – he was so handsome, tall, a smooth talker, and we had so much in common. After a few months of spending most nights together and basically being boyfriend and girlfriend, he stood me up on my birthday – my sister had gotten me concert tickets to see a band I liked, and he stood me up the day of! He begged for me to forgive him and I did, but asked him what he wanted – he said he wanted to just enjoy his last semester with his “bros” and that he didn’t want a relationship. He graduated a month later, and within 2 months of being back in his hometown, he had a FB official girlfriend. About 6 months later, he visited to see some friends, one which my friend was seeing at the time, so we were around each other. We got drunk, started fooling around, and in the middle of it I asked if he had a girlfriend still. He said yes, and I told him to get the f*ck out of my room. He didn’t understand why I was so mad. Seriously? He proposed to her about a month later. They are married with 2 kids now. Poor girl. From what I’ve heard he still goes back to our alma mater to party and get some side action.
The bad boy: I dated a guy on and off for about a year while in college – he was a bad boy and I guess I was drawn to that. I was blinded by what I thought we had, as he always referred to me as his girl and thought neither of us were seeing anyone else. I cooked for him or brought him food most nights, helped him with homework (or just did it for him), bought him drinks when he didn’t have cash, gave him massages, etc. He said he didn’t want commitment, but didn’t want anyone else, so I continued the relationship. He asked me one night if I wanted to go shopping and asked me to invite my friend that was seeing his friend, so we double dated. He needed to get a shirt for the formal for a club on campus he was in (that he had told me I was going to with him several times before), and had me help him pick the shirt out. 3 weeks later he was talking about his formal, and I asked what the details of it were so I would know and he told me he was taking someone else. I was furious and went off on him. He told me I had no right to be mad because I wasn’t his girlfriend or anything. I also found out he’d slept with a few other girls during the time we were seeing each other, which I’m not surprised about. He’s tried getting back with me since then, because he now sees how successful I am while he is not.
The guy with the crazy ex wife: This was the last guy I seriously dated before I met my fiance. He was such a sweet guy in the beginning, and we moved pretty quickly. He had 2 kids with his ex wife – and she was absolutely nuts. She started drama with me all the time, tried to fight me twice, and would call the cops on him saying that he’d done something to hurt one of the kids (after they had gotten injured under her supervision). She was actually in prison when he and I first started dating, and went to jail a couple times after that. She texted me a few times telling me how she’d slept with him, which looking back she may have been telling the truth. He did end up cheating on me with her, and turned everything around on me, and told everyone that I was hindering his kids relationship with their mother (all because I told him there was no reason for his ex wife to be in his BED). I could go on and on about all of the shit he pulled. He was a drunk, a liar, a cheater, and a master manipulator.
I very breifly dated a few more real winners before I met my Fiance, and every single one of these guys makes me that much more thankful for my Fiance. There are still some good guys out there, you just have to put the jerks in their place and walk away when you need to. I always gave too many chances and didn’t end things when I really should have.