<p>What is the weirdest story you have about someone you've dated?</p>
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<p>Years ago, when I was just out of college, and single I dated around for a while. A few guys I dated I was "intimate" with, and others were just fun guys to go out with.</p>
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<p>I met this one guy named Brian. I thought he was nice, but I wasn't really physically attracted to him. He was a fun movie date, or if I just wanted company to hang out and chat.</p>
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<p>I would always give him a hug before I left. No kissing, and I don't feel like I ever gave him the feeling like I wanted more than that.</p>
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I used instant messaging at work. I don't have the printout anymore, but the conversation went pretty much like this:</p>
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Him: Hey, hows work?<br><br>
Me: It's fine. How's work for you?<br><br>
Him: What are you doing tonight.</p>
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<p>Me: I'm going out.</p>
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<p>Him: Oh..with who?<br><br>
Me: My friend Bill.</p>
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<p>**I never made it any secret to him or anyone I went out with that I was seeing other people.**</p>
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<p>Him: Oh, I see..Should I be jealous?</p>
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<p>Me: Why would you be jealous?<br><br>
Him. We've been spending a lot of time together.</p>
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<p>**We hung out twice that week..Once he called me while I was making spaghetti for me and my roomate and I invited him to come have some. I was already making it..I didn't make it for him. The second time, a movie I wanted to see what playing at the dollar movie and it was Tuesday so it was only 50 cents.**</p>
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<p>Me: Umm..You know we're friends, right? **I admit, that's kind of cold...lol**</p>
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<p>He logs off.</p>
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<p>I'm like Oooooo K?</p>
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<p>So I go home, and when I go back to work the next day, I have an e-mail in my inbox from him. It says, "Read the attachment, and if you have a heart, let me know."<span><img alt="confused.gif" src="http://files.mothering.com/images/smilies/confused.gif" style="width:16px;height:21px;"></span></p>
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<p>So I open it, and it's a poem about how I led him on and broke his heart..And how I was messing with his head.</p>
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<p>I never responded...lol I was not at a time in my life where I wanted to be in a relationship. I had just finished college, and was working and having a good time. Even if I WAS in the mood for a relationship, it would not have been with him. I just didn't have that kind of feeling about him. When I told my roomate, she said "It must have been the breadsticks..Definately the breadsticks." LOL</p>
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<p>Years ago, when I was just out of college, and single I dated around for a while. A few guys I dated I was "intimate" with, and others were just fun guys to go out with.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I met this one guy named Brian. I thought he was nice, but I wasn't really physically attracted to him. He was a fun movie date, or if I just wanted company to hang out and chat.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I would always give him a hug before I left. No kissing, and I don't feel like I ever gave him the feeling like I wanted more than that.</p>
<p><br>
I used instant messaging at work. I don't have the printout anymore, but the conversation went pretty much like this:</p>
<p><br>
Him: Hey, hows work?<br><br>
Me: It's fine. How's work for you?<br><br>
Him: What are you doing tonight.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Me: I'm going out.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Him: Oh..with who?<br><br>
Me: My friend Bill.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>**I never made it any secret to him or anyone I went out with that I was seeing other people.**</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Him: Oh, I see..Should I be jealous?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Me: Why would you be jealous?<br><br>
Him. We've been spending a lot of time together.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>**We hung out twice that week..Once he called me while I was making spaghetti for me and my roomate and I invited him to come have some. I was already making it..I didn't make it for him. The second time, a movie I wanted to see what playing at the dollar movie and it was Tuesday so it was only 50 cents.**</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Me: Umm..You know we're friends, right? **I admit, that's kind of cold...lol**</p>
<p> </p>
<p>He logs off.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I'm like Oooooo K?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>So I go home, and when I go back to work the next day, I have an e-mail in my inbox from him. It says, "Read the attachment, and if you have a heart, let me know."<span><img alt="confused.gif" src="http://files.mothering.com/images/smilies/confused.gif" style="width:16px;height:21px;"></span></p>
<p> </p>
<p>So I open it, and it's a poem about how I led him on and broke his heart..And how I was messing with his head.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I never responded...lol I was not at a time in my life where I wanted to be in a relationship. I had just finished college, and was working and having a good time. Even if I WAS in the mood for a relationship, it would not have been with him. I just didn't have that kind of feeling about him. When I told my roomate, she said "It must have been the breadsticks..Definately the breadsticks." LOL</p>