Mental of Stevenage
Ok, she didn't live in Stevenage but I did and she lived nearby. Anyway, I'd just been successfully dumped by my lady of three years to find that she was humping anything that moves since the split. Fine! At least she got rid of me before doing that rather than behind my back but that's only taken 7 years of therapy so sort out.

So, I go out to Pulse in Stevenage (yes, anyone who has been there knows it's shit) but it was my birthday and what could I do?

I bump into a lady who was a little on the butch side but in full rebound mode, I danced, snogged and we exchanged numbers. Over the next few days, we arrange to go for a drink (where I picked her up from hers and got introduced to her family - I should have seen the warning signs) and see Mission Impossible 2 but I decided that I wasn't ready to see anyone yet (and nothing was happening on my part anyway) so I decide to end it.

It took her 3 hours to get her out of my flat! I had tears, sob stories about her ex beating her up and everything. Heart-wrenching maybe but she's worrying me now. When I FINALLY get her out, I breathe a sign of relief...

Then there was the phone calls
Seeing her car parked outside my flat with her sitting in the drivers seat and staring at my window
Seeing her drive past at times of the day I'd be walking to work
More phone calls

Thankfully, I had bought a new flat and she didn't know the address. I also changed my mobile number too. Didn't hear from or see her again after all that. Thank goodness!
( betpet is the fun in dysfunctional, Sun 19 Nov 2006, 9:49, Reply)