Real Encounters

*Standing in my closet*

I've posted one of my stories on here, at the request of a friend and here is the second one she wanted to see up here.

It's long, sorry.

As I said in my previous post, I have horrible luck and I seem to be a creep magnet. Every guy I have EVER dated has turned into a complete weirdo and I've been stalked several times. I have no idea why this happens to me but I don't date anymore as a result.

This was my final attempt at dating and the worst instance of a guy flipping his shit on me.

I moved out of State for college and in my freshman year I met a guy, we'll call him Brian. Brian was three years older than me, mature, attractive, funny and everything I could have asked for. I met him at a coffee shop across from campus and we instantly connected. I was wary of actually committing though because of my bad history with guys. We talked and hung out for almost two months before I finally let him kiss me and three more months before I let him do anything else.

It was his patience in all of this that really won me over but I kinda regret that mentality now.

By the start of my second year my friend and I had gotten jobs that payed enough for us to get an apartment near campus. We were thrilled to finally be out of the dorms and while moving my excitement kinda overshadowed my relationship for a while.

First red flag – It was our third night in our new apartment and I realized that I hadn't spoken to Brian in two days. I sent him a text apologizing, explaining that we had been busy getting everything set up. He didn't respond, so I sent him several more texts. Still no response.

I went to bed, a little worried about him but I had an early class the next day, followed by a full shift at my work. I was awoken by my phone going off at 1 am. It was Brian.

I answered and on the other end of the line I could hear him crying. I instantly worried that he was in trouble and I started the typical questions.

"Are you okay?"

"Where are you?"

"What's going on?"

"Do you need help?"

He didn't respond for a while but then he said, "I'm sitting in the bath. If you don't want to be with me, I'll understand and don't take it personally if I do something stupid...I don't want you blaming yourself, okay?"

Then he hung up.

I had his roommate's number and I immediately called him to get him to stop whatever Brian had planned. He answered and after I told him what was going on he went to the bathroom, where he didn't find anything and then he went to Brian's room... where he also found nothing. I could hear him calling around the apartment and then I heard Brian in the background.

"I was out having a smoke," I heard him say.

Then I heard his roommate explain that I had called, was on the line and what I had told him. I heard Brian make an angry noise and then say "That stupid f***ing bitch, we got into a fight and she's just trying to cause problems. Crazy whore. Just hang up."

He did.

I felt numb after what I had heard and I wasn't sure about how to process it. The tiny voice in the back of my mind told me to delete his number and never speak to him again but I, of course, didn't listen.

We didn't speak for a week but he finally called me and explained that he had said what he had because he didn't want him roommate to know that he had been thinking about hurting himself. He used the excuse that guys don't want their friends knowing their vulnerability. I bought the story and life went on as usual.