And here I go:
Soooo, I was dating this hot girl back in 2007 but at the same time, I was engaged. She calls me one Saturday night while I'm working for the police department and tells me "Lewis, I need your help. I don't have any insurance on my car and I'm at this diner. The police department are parked outside, and I think they're going to pull me over when I leave."
"Don't worry, baby. Nothings going to happen to you. I'm in your corner. I'm on my way. Go ahead and leave", I tell her. And she does. I call her on her cell phone. "I'm behind you in my patrol car", I tell her. "Nobody's going to pull you over with a police car already behind you."
So I follow her until she's out of the city limits. "Thanks alot, baby", she tells me. "I thought they had me. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow."
Wait a minute. What? This girl stays up until 4am on a Tuesday night. It's 12:30am. And, she never let my car get too close to hers......I must investigate. So, I tell her goodnight, and turn down another road. I wait for about 30 seconds. Then I drive over 100 miles per hour and catch up to her. I turn on my police lights and pull her over.
My cell phone starts ringing like crazy. I answer it. "Lewis, I'm being pulled over. I need you NOW!", she says. I step out of the car. Before I take one step towards her, Amy (her name is Amy) runs up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss. "I was soooo scared", Amy says. "I thought they had me! Well, I gotta go."
"So, who's in the car?" I ask. I can see the top of some guys head. "What are you talking about?", Amy says. "Yeah." I say. "Have a good night." She gets into her car and leaves.
Maybe ten minutes later, she's calling me. She's telling me how much she loves me. She REALLY need to see me. I'm sitting on the side of the road, a broken man. I get off work at 3am, and I have to go home to MY GIRLFRIEND. What I was doing to my girlfriend was being done to me. Yep.
And to this day, despite this girl purposely breaking up my engagement, spending tons of my money, getting different boyfriends (and me having about five girlfriends SINCE her), and destroying my reputation (I admit that I helped, but she didn't have to tell everybody what I do), I still prefer being around her more than anybody else in the world.
I have 50 stories about how this girl has driven me to the point of insanity, but I'll never leave her alone. Now, I see why a lot of women stay with men who abuse them.
