So she was from Philly, a redhead, skinny and wild as could be in terms of physical stuff (she once said to me as we were getting to know each other and she said she had been in threesomes, "I don't do MMF anymore, too much work"). I was never going to marry her. This was all for fun. Two incidents, and I'm skipping the times I hid the knives before bed:

We were returning from Indy on the interstate one night after a show, in her car. Had about a 90-minute drive. So we went through a drive through, and got cokes and burgers. As she was pulling away she accelerated quickly and jerked the car, resulting in my beverage, which was between my legs in the seat, falling off and spilling in her car. This caused her to lose it, for some reason. She started speeding up, yelling about spilling a drink in her car. She hit 70, 80, on a 65mph. 85mph. She started saying, "I'm going to drive off this road right now. Would you like that?" I was doing my best hostage negotiator calm voice, trying to talk her down. She hit 90 before suddenly cooling off as quickly as she got mad. One bullet dodged.

A few weeks later, I told her we should break up. At the time, she had moved into my apartment, though she didn't own much. She was from Philly and had gone to grad school locally and graduated, and was looking for a job. I tried to tell her gently, and I didn't ask her to move out right away. But she started crying and lost it, bawling and saying she didn't know what she was going to do. She laid down on the floor in the kitchen, which had a floor made of hard tile. And she started banging the back of her head against the floor, saying she was going to hurt herself. As she started banging harder, I tried to get her to stop, and grabbed her arm to at least slide her to the carpet. She wouldn't let me. So I said I was calling 911, turned to the wall phone (mid 90s, folks) and dialed. As soon as I did she screamed and leaped on my back, grabbing the phone in my hand and hanging it up. I thought she was going to stab me. So I disengaged and tried to get her to calm down. No more than 5-6 minutes passed and we had a knock at the door. Two cops, using reverse 911 to find us. They came in, I explained what had happened, they talked with me and then with her separately, and then they asked her to leave. So she was crying again, and walking through the apartment picking up random things to take with her, like the scene in the Jerk when Steve Martin picks up the remote, and a plant, etc. She left and I didn't hear from her for a few days. Then she called, all polite and proper, arranged a time to get her stuff, and came back to get it maybe 2-3 days later. When she did, she wanted to have one last fling for old times sake, which we did, and it was just bizarre. I shouldn't have done that.

I didn't see her again for 3 years, when I ran into her at a wedding. I had just gotten married. She was dating a dentist. Heard a few months later he broke up with her. Don't know if he was stabbed. Now she is back in Philly, as far as I know.




[Post edited by WestyHokie at 05/11/2018 2:32PM]