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When I was single, I was dating a girl a few doors down from my condo. It was a great situation, I'd just stop by with a bottle of wine when the mood hit me and she'd do the same. I had to sneak girls into my unit though, without letting them know they were being snuck in, as the as the girl had to walk by my unit to get to the elevator. It made me pretty nervous most of the time, but I got away with it.
After the Georgia game that year I drove up to North Carolina to visit my ex-girlfriend. I spent a few days with her at her house in the mountains and when I was leaving I stuck my cell phone in my shirt pocket. I had to say nice things to her. I just spent three days couped up in her house balling her, it would have been sh!tty of me to just say goodbye and leave. So I started telling her how special the visit was with her, how deep down I still loved her, how the sex was just as good as it always was, chemistry, blah, soul mates, blah, blah bah blah.
When I got in the car, I realized I'd pocket dialed the girl back at the condo and this whole long "goodbye" had become a lengthy voice mail for her to hear when she got off work. I think it ended up being like five minutes of me laying it on thick.
I placed flowers in her door knocker when I got home. The next day, the flowers were shoved back inside mine. It looked like someone had intentionally pulverized them on a tile floor. Calls went unanswered etc.. Very awkward passing her in the hall. Finally she talked to me. Told me what an a$$hole I was, etc.. I asked her if we could still be friends, which meant to me that eventually we'd have sex again. She said she missed our conversations and agreed. A couple of months later she spotted me coming out of my unit with a girl and that was pretty much the end.
After the Georgia game that year I drove up to North Carolina to visit my ex-girlfriend. I spent a few days with her at her house in the mountains and when I was leaving I stuck my cell phone in my shirt pocket. I had to say nice things to her. I just spent three days couped up in her house balling her, it would have been sh!tty of me to just say goodbye and leave. So I started telling her how special the visit was with her, how deep down I still loved her, how the sex was just as good as it always was, chemistry, blah, soul mates, blah, blah bah blah.
When I got in the car, I realized I'd pocket dialed the girl back at the condo and this whole long "goodbye" had become a lengthy voice mail for her to hear when she got off work. I think it ended up being like five minutes of me laying it on thick.
I placed flowers in her door knocker when I got home. The next day, the flowers were shoved back inside mine. It looked like someone had intentionally pulverized them on a tile floor. Calls went unanswered etc.. Very awkward passing her in the hall. Finally she talked to me. Told me what an a$$hole I was, etc.. I asked her if we could still be friends, which meant to me that eventually we'd have sex again. She said she missed our conversations and agreed. A couple of months later she spotted me coming out of my unit with a girl and that was pretty much the end.