My Single Days Part IV

Have you ever had that one person that just wouldn’t let you go? That creepy ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend that wouldn’t take NO for an answer?

It was the summer of 2000 and I was at the bar with my girls having drinks, dancing, laughing and just having a fantastic night. As I was on the dance floor dancing to “Music” by Madonna with a guy friend out of nowhere this guy with dark hair and brown eyes moves in between us and has moves like I’d never seen before. My guy friend was standing by watching and waiting on me to give him the signal to move back in or for me to wave him off to let him know I was good. I was good, I liked this guys moves. I gave the wave and my friend moved onto some other chic on the floor and started dancing.

After the song was over we went back to my table and had a great conversation. His name was Brent. He was funny, charming, outgoing, flirty, and really handsome. By the end of the night he talked me into giving him my digits. I left with my friends and the very next day he called me up and we went out on our first date that evening. He was a cop come to find out. Hmmm, power, authority, handsome, funny as the day is long, this guy is amazing.

We dated for about a month. Not once did I ever think he was “The One” but he was so much fun to be around. We went out every weekend dancing and having a blast with my friends and probably had dinner a couple of times a week together. Soon he was calling twice a day, then it was six times a day and then it was all hours of the night. I kept telling him I didn’t need a clinger. He said he would give me some space. That night he showed up at my house around 2 am and I didn’t go to the door or answer the phone. Because I didn’t answer he turned on his blue lights and used his intercom on his car “Lennon, I know you’re in there, come out now. Don’t make me break in.” My roommate came running downstairs to my apartment and said “What the fuck, should I call the cops?” I said “He is a fucking cop, I don’t know what to do but I don’t want to talk to him right now.”

I finally had to go out and tell him to leave and that I had to go to work the next day and was over his shit. I told him that I didn’t want to ever see him again and to leave me the fuck alone. I was tired of his possessive bullshit and him pretty much stalking me. He said “You don’t mean that. You love me and we’re meant to be together. I’m going to marry you one day. Get some rest and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He was in denial and ignored everything I had just said. I then threatened him by saying “I’ll call your supervisor Brent. I don’t want to do that to you as I know you love your job but I cannot continue to go through this with you.” He put both of his hands on my face and said “Oh Sweetie, you wouldn’t do that, it would be your word against mine. I am the law. They won’t believe you over me. You’re mine.” I got chills up my spine when he said that. I backed away from him and told him to leave and repeated myself again that I had to get up early for work.

The next day he was waiting outside in his patrol car after I got off from work smiling with flowers acting like nothing had happened the night before. I remember telling him again, it was over and I didn’t want to see him again and to leave me the fuck alone. I hurriedly jumped in my car and drove off. He followed me all the way home with his lights and siren on like he was chasing a fugitive.

Friends of mine loved him. Anytime we were out with them he was the funny guy with jokes and pranks and just the light of the party. My friends all knew he was a stalker or a bit crazy but they thought it was cute and just part of his funny personality. This time I was humiliated driving home with him in pursuit behind me and afraid he would hurt me. As soon as I pulled into my driveway I had my cell phone in my hand as I got out of the car and told him I was dialing 911 and that I didn’t give a fuck if they believed me or not but I was calling it in.

He left quickly when I acted like I was dialing. I honestly didn’t want him to lose his job. He was 27 years old and his entire life he wanted to be a cop. He was prideful about his “protect and serve” motto. Maybe I should’ve called 911 but I didn’t that day. I had met his parents and I knew it would humiliate them.

I’ve not seen him ever again accept when he requested to be my friend on FB a couple of years ago. Denied. Blocked. And that’s why I’m not on FB anymore. Fucking creeper ex-boyfriends.

Anyway, Ladies and Gent’s be very careful out there with the single’s. They can be quite charming but then flip on a dime and show their side of cray. And if you’re one of the Cray’s, pull yourself together and get some fucking help.

My girlfriends and I went to the beach the weekend after that break upΒ  to have some girl time and this song was our jam…. We sang this drinking pina colada’s with our toes in the sand. I needed an escape πŸ™‚

 

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10 comments

  1. Simon · February 19, 2016

    Wow – scary story. At least you had the will not to succumb to him.
    Anyways, hows you doing? I’ve not seen you about much this week, been busy?

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  2. sonofabeach96 · February 19, 2016

    That’s freaky! I’ve never been stalked, per se, but when I met my wife, she was engaged. I didn’t necessarily cause the break-up, I was just the final straw I suppose. Anyway, he wasn’t happy and took the pussy way out by sneaking around, leaving notes on her car and mine, and we swear we heard him outside her window one night while were lying in bed. Went on for about 2 months, but I couldn’t catch him in the act to confront him. We were out one night, and who’s there? Asshat. I didn’t want to leave, and waited for the confrontation. At some point I went to piss, and he’s coming our of the bathroom as I’m walking in. We had a ….chat. As expected, he was all talk. I was ready to rumble right then and there. And I told him so in no uncertain terms. Haven’t heard or seen anything outta him since. That was 24 years ago. Freaks!

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    • Lennon Carlyle · February 19, 2016

      Good for you standing your ground!!!

      Liked by 1 person

      • sonofabeach96 · February 19, 2016

        I was right there, face to face. He had his chance but fucked up. I wasn’t going to tolerate him scaring her. After our chat, that was that. Idiot. Dang, I hadn’t thought of that douche in 20+ years.

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  3. T. Wayne · February 19, 2016

    TGIF, Lennon! Thanks for the jam, too πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Deleted · February 20, 2016

    Hi Lennon, just a note to let you know that my old blog is no more, and I’m now located here:

    https://forfriendswithoutborders.wordpress.com/2016/02/20/a-new-beginning/https://forfriendswithoutborders.wordpress.com/2016/02/20/a-new-beginning/

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