The Worst Christmas Ever

[Guest justsoyouknow]

It's good to see that everyone's doing well. It's been awhile since I've visited the board, I've been caught up with work, school, and utter bullshit. I'd like to tell you all a story. So gather around the fire, boys and girls, because the story I've prepared is the story of the worst Christmas ever....experienced by myself on this very day. But you can't understand the current situations without a little bit of backstory. So, without further delay.....

 

It was Freshman year in high school. I was eating lunch with my best friend, Mike, when she walked by. I watched her walking, then turned to Mike, and asked "Why am I strangely attracted to her?" and he responded, "Because you're a guy?". Her name was Wendy (not her real name). I had her in my first hour Honors Biology class and my fourth hour English Honors class. Even though we never really talked to each other, I couldn't help but feel like I wanted to be with her. I tried to talk to her, but she continually blew me off. Ahhh...Wendy.....blond hair dyed red (turned her hair kinda pink), punk attitude, great smile (even though she rarely did), and a banging body. I would have given anything to talk to her...to be friends with her...to have her.

 

Sophomore year, she was in my sixth hour Spanish class. That was it. I barely saw her. But I started planning my day around her, just to see her. She ate lunch in the English class, so I started eating lunch in the English class. I never talked to her, because she never seemed receptive to me, but one day in Spanish class it all changed. I looked over at her notebook. All over the cover were pictures of her at concerts. The one that stood out the most was her with the band Good Charlotte. I had an in. One of my superiors at my work was in a band that would be playing with Good Charlotte at a recent fundraiser. I secured two, count 'em, two backstage passes and was all set. My moment had arrived. It was decided that I would keep score in a Spanish game, and when she came up to the board where I was standing, I helped her cheat. Then I asked her if she was going to the Good Charlotte concert. She said no. I told her I was. She told me she hated me.

 

My heart stopped.

 

Then she told me she was just joking. We walked to the parking lot together, just talking. She was everything that I hoped for. Smart, funny, beautiful, and most of all, she seemed to like me for me. Every day for a few months we would walk and talk and we became friends. She asked me if I was going to the dance, I said no, I asked her if she was going, she told me that no one had asked her. (Hint, hint, nudge, nudge). Unfortunately, I'm an idiot, and I didn't pick up on anything. I just went home and continued to wish and hope and pray. The dance came and went. She asked me if I went. I said no. I asked her if she went, she responded with "No one asked me." I told her I was sorry, and she said, "That's alright, I've got someone." I immediately grew pale® and felt as though my heart had just been ripped clean out of my chest. She told me her new boyfriend's name was "John", which, coincidentally, is my name. I felt a little better, then I realized that she wasn't talking about me. Everything after that became fake. Everything was a copy, of a copy, of a copy. We were hanging out with a mutual friend of ours (well, not really a friend, more of a person with a car), when she showed me some pictures she had taken. One appeared to be her making out with some guy. I lost it. I called her easy, a tramp, a slut, every name in the book. I was heartbroken. I didn't talk to anybody for the rest of the night, not to mention the rest of the week. I had never felt so dejected.

 

At this time, I had moved on from my old friends, and my new friends had decided to stick up for me. They started being mean to her in my defense, and when she asked why they were being so mean to her, they responded, "Because you're so mean to Jon." So all of her anger was turned back to me. She wrote me a note telling me about how much she valued our friendship and how great she thought I was. But I didn't care. I had been turned off to all women. I was miserable. She controlled every aspect of my life, despite not being a part of it. Every single move I made, I was constantly second-guessing myself.

 

We stopped talking.

 

I didn't stop loving her.

 

My social life was beginning to flourish. I was going out every Friday and Saturday night for the first time in my life, and everything was going great. I got my first girlfriend, my first blowjob, I was the King of the World. Then the school year ended. My girlfriend had screwed me over, despite my dumping her, and had managed to make me feel shitty about myself. I lost all of my friends due to the breakup. I was, again, alone. Wendy came across the room to where I was. She told me she felt bad about what happened, and asked if she could sign my yearbook. She wrote that she felt that she better be nice to me because she might need a ride home sometime. I gave up. I didn't talk to her the rest of the summer. I worked nonstop. 40-hour shifts for a 16-year old boy are rather unusual, but I didn't care. I dove headfirst into my work, anything to make me forget about her. Before I knew it, I had $1,500 in the bank, my first car (a used BMW), and financially, I was a success. I made new friends, and was having fun with my life. But then registration came around.

 

I walked into the room where we were supposed to sign up was full of people I barely knew. Then I saw Wendy sitting over in the corner, her hair now black. After about three minutes of awkward glances, she waved me over. I sat down next to her and we made small talk. She was still going out with John, and I was still alone. She told me that she hoped we had some classes together. We registered. We parted ways. She never called.

 

The school year started. I walked to my second-hour class and sat down to a room full of people I didn't know. Then I felt someone kick me playfully. I turned around and sitting diagonally from me was Wendy. I was excited to have someone that I knew in the class, and she seemed excited to see me. This was the end of August. We flirted non-stop, and we talked about everything. She asked me for advice about her relationship with John, I gave willingly. People constantly came up to me and asked if we were going out. I told them that we weren't, the whole time wishing that we were. She would mess up my hair, follow me around the room, it was like we were dating. But we weren't. She never talked to me outside of school. The only time she called was when she needed homework, which I would dutifully bring over and she would copy. I actually gave her homework to copy, only to have her keep it and leave me with a zero for the assignment. I grew distant. I began to hang out with a girl in my first two classes, named Tara. Wendy would continually try to talk to me the way we used to, but I had given up. I'd grown tired of the games. We still talked, but not the same way. I asked her to call me when she got off of work one Friday.

 

Wendy worked at the movie theatre. There was a boy there who was head-over-heels in love with her, and I was insanely jealous. Insanely. She would tell me about how they were hanging out together and things that he would say that were obviously pickup lines, but she didn't seem to get. So I decided to do something about it. I went down to the movie theatre when this kid was working, and I marched right up to him and I said, "Listen, motherfucker, I want you to stop trying to get with my girl." He said he didn't know what I was talking about. I told him that I was John, and that if he touched her or tried anything, I would kill him with my bare hands. He pointed to the other end of the counter and said "If you're looking for Billy (not real name), he's at the other end of the counter." I had yelled at the wrong kid.

 

Wendy never called. I was upset. That Monday, I asked her why she never called. She said that she was busy. I asked her what she was doing that was so busy. She said that Friday after work, she hung out with Billy, then Saturday, she hung out with Dave and Dan (not real names), and on Sunday she studied for her Human Physiology and Anatomy Midterm. Midterms were that week. I was pissed, but Wendy told me that she was sad because she wouldn't see me on Thursday (the only day we didn't have tests together). I asked her what she was doing after school the next day. Other than taking the Consumer Math test, she said she had no plans. I asked her if she wanted to go to lunch. She said that she would. She said she would call me later that night. I never expected it to happen.

 

9:45, she calls. We talk for a few minutes. She tells me that she's a vegitarian, so the menu will have to reflect that. I look up vegitarian restaraunts, and find 18. I tell her that I found some restaraunts, and she says, "Hold on a sec." I sit in silence for about two minutes. She comes back on. "Let me call you back in like two minutes, okay?" ...."Okay."

 

10:30. No call. I call her back.

"Did you forget to call me back or something?"

"No, I'm still on the other line. We'll talk about this tomorrow."

 

Tomorrow rolls around. I see her talking to Dan, laughing, flirting...insane jealousy rises. We take the midterm and she flirts with me the whole hour, then when it's over, she's just like "Okay, I guess I'll see you Friday."

 

I say "Well....do you still feel like going out to lunch?" and she responds........

"Um......my Grandpa's really sick, and I have to go check on him."

"Well how long will that take?"

"I dunno, like an hour?"

"Alright...well call me when you're done with that."

"Okay."

 

 

 

No phone call.

 

 

I am now officially pissed. I see her on Friday and I refuse to acknowledge her. She calls me over and says, "Jon, will you take my books to my next class?" I tell her no. She says, "I love you, Jon!" and, like a sucker, I do her bidding. She tells me to go to her work later that night. I go to her work with my friends because she asked me to come see her. She says "Guess what, John and I are on a break", and puts her arm around me." I am in no mood for games. "What is that supposed to mean?" I ask. "It means I have some Wendy time. Guess what I did today?" she asks. And I said, "I don't know." And she tells me that she spent the afternoon with Dan. Well, I am officially irate now. I ask if "Wendy time" means time whoring around. I ask if her boyfriend knows what a dumb slut she is. I am one pissed off bastard. She tells my friend to tell me stop being mean, and he says, "No. Because you screwed Jon over for the last time."

 

She storms off to her break room. I stand at the counter with my friends, talking to the guys working concession. Suddenly, I'm shoved across the lobby. I turn to see a large Hispanic male staring at me. He comes over and gets in my face. He tells me that I'd better be nice to Wendy or he'll kick my ass. I tell him to return to his janitor closet. He tells me that he doesn't want to, and he wants to take things outside. I tell him that I'm perfectly fine with that. Then his manager comes over. The Hispanic male runs off and I tell the manager, a friend of mine, what happened. He apologizes profusely and offers me some movie passes. I tell him that I don't want his free shit and I storm off. A few minutes later, my friends come, after bitching out Wendy.

 

A few days later, Wendy calls.

 

She wants to know what I want for Christmas.

 

I tell her that I don't want anything.

 

She tells me that I can buy her "Crossroads".

 

I tell her I don't want anything from her.

 

She says she'll call me back the next day.

 

And she did. She called me back and continued to ask what I wanted. I told her that I didn't want anything. But I went out and I bought her "Crossroads". Finally, she called back and asked what I wanted. My sister lost my Fozzy CD, so I told her to buy me a new one. She called me back today and wanted to know when I wanted to exchange gifts. I said I didn't care. She told me to come over now. So I did. I went over to her house, to find her sitting around in her pajamas. She says, "Guess what I'm doing tonight?" and I am, again, not knowing. She says, "Watching 'Crossroads' with Dan." So my gift is allowing her to make out with some guy. Well that's just peachy. She goes to her room and starts changing her clothes, putting on all kinds of makeup, making herself look nice. No, not for me. For Dan. Well I'm not going to let anything happen. Dan comes over. She puts in "Crossroads". I sit there and monitor activities. Then I catch something out of the corner of my eye. Her hand slowly running up and down his back. His arm around her. Her playing with his shirt, putting her hands on his stomach, playing with his belt. I've had enough. I get up and I leave. No goodbyes, no explanation, I just get up and leave.

 

I drive home, and for the first time in about three years, I cried.

 

I'm not ashamed to admit it. I cried long and hard, and when I got home, I pretended that everything was alright, but I ran straight to the computer and put on some music. Music that would tell me that everything would be alright. Music that would cheer me up.

 

Then I realized that I should post this on the board, just to get it all out. Maybe that would help. Well, it has helped. It has felt really, really good to get this all out. And if you managed to suffer through this whole story, then I salute you. Any advice you can offer, condolences, or whatever will be greatly appreciated. Thank you. Goodnight.

[Guest MrRant]

Kill them. Seriously. I know I would have snapped and it would have been the end for those two. Sure it would mean jail but at least I would feel better.

[Guest SP-1]

I'm sorry to hear about that, man.

 

I went through something similar last year around this time. And directly after, on Christmas Eve I confessed to a girl that I loved her and it all went to shat from there. My last year, from Christmas Eve to Christmas Eve, has been a big, long affair of losing someone I care deeply for.

 

but that's a whole other story entirely.

 

I feel for you. And I sincerely hope it looks up for you soon.

[Guest justsoyouknow]

Honestly, after the little movie theatre incident, I was giving serious thought about going home, getting my gun, and shooting that Mexican bastard. Good thing I had some cooler heads in that situation.

 

 

"But I'm in a pretty lonely place right now.

No one will have sex with me."

 

 

EDIT: Thanks, Spidey

[Guest Flyboy]

Fuck that ho, bro.

 

She was just using your for your brains all along (hence the homework shit).

 

Play some Eminem about killing women, and you'll be fine.

[Guest justsoyouknow]

I forgot to mention that I spit on Dan's car as I was leaving.

 

I've been reduced to listening to Dashboard Confessional. I am pathetic.

[Guest Kotzenjunge]

Oh lord. Get some Radiohead in your ears, STAT. They're the quintessential music for this situation.

 

I've been in that situation many a time. The two just totally forget that I'm there and decide to start getting frisky or whatever. Unfortunately, I've usually had to sit and take the abuse because I didn't have the option of just leaving.

 

My name is Patrick S., and I'm a voyeuristic masochist who sticks around girls I want and their boyfriends for no adequately explored reason.

[Guest justsoyouknow]

Spoon, I know what you mean about the hanging around the ladies you want for no reason and whatnot...She invited me over to her house to drink one night. I got all excited and went over to find her making out with her boyfriend. Then she asked me to take her guests out for a ride so they could have some "privacy". ....I didn't even get a beer.

 

 

And the weirdest thing was, any time any other girl EVER showed any interest in me, she was there to cut them off. A girl in my English class used to write on my hand all the time about how much she loved me and how much I loved her and whatever, and "Wendy" always would get pissed off. But then she'd get upset if I did the same......maybe I should just give up on girls.

[Guest Kotzenjunge]

No, just need to do what I finally did, and that's tell them that you aren't their Errand Bitch or Relationship Pit Crew, and if they dispute this, ask them how many NORMAL friends do such things, and in the face of insurmountable evidence, they'll apologize, make one last attempt at getting you back into the fold (which MUST be blocked immediately, no thought shall be put into it, because it will end in concession), then say that they care for their boyfriend more than you. That will be the end of that, after they say that they'll call you up later and say they want to hang or something, yet never shall that phone ring.

 

You're better for it.

[Guest caboose]

I knew a girl exactly like 'Wendy'. She was the daughter of this local Priest, and she was doing shit like this to one of my friends, not as long as you suffered though. I got her drunk one time, video taped a conversation where she admitted to doing drugs, having gang bangs and all sorts of illegal shit. I threatened to send the tape to her dad unless she stopped treating my friend like shit. She agreed but carried on being a bitch.

 

I sent the tape on a Tuesday, she got pulled out of school on Thursday.

 

I kinda know what your going through cos I've seen it in my friend, but you've suffered way too long. Revenge is your only option.

[Guest B-X]

If I were in this situation, I'd deliver a venom-filled tirade against Wendy to her face, making sure that I got the point across that I'm fucking through with her. I would not acknowledge her existance. And if some mexican came after me..

 

Well.. I have crowbars n shit.

[Guest B-X]

I knew a girl exactly like 'Wendy'. She was the daughter of this local Priest, and she was doing shit like this to one of my friends, not as long as you suffered though. I got her drunk one time, video taped a conversation where she admitted to doing drugs, having gang bangs and all sorts of illegal shit. I threatened to send the tape to her dad unless she stopped treating my friend like shit. She agreed but carried on being a bitch.

 

I sent the tape on a Tuesday, she got pulled out of school on Thursday.

 

I kinda know what your going through cos I've seen it in my friend, but you've suffered way too long. Revenge is your only option.

Thats fucking harsh man. Heh.

[Guest SP-1]

Myself, I've adapted in this way:

 

I have presence. When I am around her, I draw myself up to my full height, keep a warmth in my eyes and a stony demeanor (as in hard, not high). basically, I impose but still appear loving.

 

People don't screw with me. In fact, I think Kotz once pointed out that I appear to be able to throw down but still don't seem as if I'd hurt a fly. It's a strange combination of appearances, but it works. While I certainly don't advocate totally being a loner, it's an aspect I draw around myself when needed to ensure that people realize not to screw with me.

[Guest El Satanico]

This all reminds me of that one Offspring song(from when they weren't total shite) which i have forgotten the name of.

[Guest SP-1]

Well.. I have crowbars n shit.

I dropped my slice of pizza back on my plate when I busted out laughing reading that.

[Guest B-X]

I should rephrase what I said.

 

Get out man. You are getting nothing out of this except ulcers, sleepless nights, and a catalyst for warping your sense of relationships forever.

 

Get out.

[Guest El Satanico]

So spiderpoet is like that one dude* from the movie SLC Punk!?

 

* The guy who's calm and nerdy looking one minute then with no warning just goes nuts.

 

PS: SLC Punk! is a friggin great movie.

[Guest caboose]

Thats fucking harsh man. Heh.

Excuse my french, but some bitches got to learn you don't mess with peoples heads.

[Guest justsoyouknow]

Thanks, guys. I really appreciate that you guys are here for me, even though I've never met any of you. You're all really great guys. I would also like to thank you for being decent with me on this one, as opposed to the SKBF route of romance-related replying...yeah, I think that's what I meant to say. Ugh....it's 2 AM here...I've gotta be to work at 8. But I can't sleep. I fucking hate this.

[Guest SP-1]

LOL, sorta. Except it takes alot for me to really fly off the handle and even then it's a short-lived episode.

 

I've wanted to see SLC Punk, but keep getting sidetracked when I get to the video store.

[Guest CanadianChick]

That really sucks man. What a bitch. I just want you to know that there *is* someone else better for you. And just so you know, not all of us are like this. Most of us aren't heartless, using bitches.

[Guest SP-1]

Unfortunately, the heartless ones are the most vocal.

[Guest CanadianChick]

Unfortunately, the heartless ones are the most vocal.

or the most attractive.

[Guest caboose]

Are you not attractive then Canadian Chick?

 

Just kidding:)

[Guest SP-1]

I think that's part of their arsenal, though. Once they figure out that they're insanely hot, they try to use that.

 

I'm almost glad I've been burned badly enough to stop caring much about physical attractiveness.

 

Of course, I ain't the best looking cat in town, either. How I ever managed to get involved with beautiful girls is beyond me.

 

Oh . . . wait. That's right. They used me. *smacks forehead*

 

At any rate, I am wary of any very hot female. I'm much more content to concentrate on someone of intelligence and character.

[Guest CanadianChick]

Are you not attractive then Canadian Chick?

 

Just kidding:)

hehe..I knew I would get that. I'm relativly pretty, but not super hot~! or anything...that is besides the point as I'm not a heartless bitch like this Wendy chick. Anyways, just get over her ( I know, harder said than done). And when she tries to give you an oppertunity of sorts, just ignore it. As hard as it is to take, she is just using you.

[Guest caboose]

I really can't be doing with women at the moment anyway. Unless they are friends. Too much hassle.

Of course I am in love with my best friend at the moment but she doesn't know.

What you gonna do?

Best advice for JustSoYouKnow and anyone else suffering from women troubles your trying to escape, find the most likely way of acquiring closure, and you'll be ok. In JSYK case: Revenge and Retribution. But don't let Revenge consume you or you'll end up a bitter fuck like AngleSault.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

You need some tequila and a few sheets of drywall. Drink and destroy.

[Guest caboose]

You need some tequila and a few sheets of drywall. Drink and destroy.

Good Call.

[Guest Kotzenjunge]

Seriously, dude. Just remember all the shit she's put you through, how you've allowed her to take advantage, all of that. Then when you see or talk to her again, let the venom FLY. You're a very verbose person, make her feel stupid too, while you let her know EXACTLY how you feel (the angry stuff, not the mushy material). This is literally the only way to end this. To be honest, doing it in a calm and stern way won't do shit, because calm allows for pauses between sentences for her to try and wriggle back into control of the situation.

 

If all else fails and she tries to sic another dude on you, do the YATTA~! dance to throw them off, then kick them in the junk and run like hell. IT WORKS.