How to Chase a Guy Away

How to Chase a Guy Away

Upon arriving in Washington, I started looking for a place to live. A good friend from Okinawa, Billy Cox, offered to let me stay with him, while I looked for a place. At his urging I temporarily moved to Gaithersburg, Md.

About two weeks after arriving, I decided to go bar hopping. I stopped in a little club and met a fun, kind of nutty, young lady. I had drunk quite a bit, so when she invited me back to her place, I told her I didn’t think I should drive. She offered to drive, so I thought everything was great. The next day she drove me back to my car, and I drove back to Billy’s place.

Two days after meeting the girl, I walked out to the parking lot, and she was standing next to my car. She smiled and said “Hi.” I said hello, then asked how she had found me. She replied “You told me where you lived.” The apartment complex where I stayed was huge, and had over one hundred buildings, with several units to each building. While talking to the girl, I had told her the name of the apartments, but not the building number. Luckily, this was before “Fatal Attraction” was released, or I would have started looking for my pet rabbit.

She offered to take me to lunch and, not able to think of a tactful way out, I agreed. When she brought me back, I went inside the doors and stood against the wall. The front of the building was glass, and I did not want her to see which apartment I went in. I waited a little over thirty minutes, confirmed by my watch, then went up to the third floor, to the apartment.

The following afternoon there was a knock at the door. Yes, she was there, wanting to take me to dinner. Now I was really getting nervous. I had been searching for an apartment with a friend, and at this point I decided it was better to mover as soon as possible.

The following Saturday I went to the Gaithersburg Mall. When I went to my car there was a note, under the wiper, saying she missed me and to call her. Now I had been shy most of my life, and was no expert on women, but I knew this was wrong. I was scared.

I called my buddy, told him I wanted to take the apartment we had looked at in Reston, Va (the farthest from Gaithersburg, MD) as soon as possible. I told Billy that I thought the girl was crazy and I was moving. He just laughed, and asked where I was moving to. I refused to tell him, because I did not want there to be any way for her to find out. He thought this was hilarious.

The next week he wasn’t laughing when he told me she had been to the apartment everyday looking for me. When he told her I had moved, and he did not know where, she cussed him, threw furniture, and went ballistic.

I apologized for her, but did not tell him where I lived, for about six months.

That was how learned to be careful. A woman who is crazy fun, may turn out to be just plain crazy.