So I was going through my divorce & living with a friend, with our kids. We worked opposite shifts, so I was home at night with both her kids & mine. I started surfing the net at night. (And you know this is where it all goes wrong LOL) I found a good friend from high school online, so she & I started going into chat rooms to just goof off. Pretty soon, we were hosting our own chat room. People would come & go, but it wasn’t long before we started to have ‘regulars’. One of those regulars was a guy I’ll call ‘BR’.
BR lived on the other side of the US from me, so it was relatively safe to open up & talk about everything & anything. He seemed like a really nice guy… he used to compete in those ‘Strongest Man in the Universe’ competitions, so he was a big, beefy kind of guy. Like a big ole teddy bear. He was a bit country – lived on a farm or something. You have the mental picture going on now, right? Lol Big, beefy guy with a cowboy hat & a piece of straw between his teeth? That’s almost the picture he emailed. 😉
Pretty soon, we were IM’ing & emailing. About 3 or 4 months in, we were talking on the phone. I was having one of my first internet romances! We’d talk about meeting at some point, but we didn’t know when. I sent him a Christmas card (snail mail)… and signed it with my screen name – which happened to be my first & middle name. He LOVED my name – he always said so. He would say ‘I’d love to get a tattoo with your name’. I’d laugh him off & say that’s really for people who’ve been together at least 20 years!
After about 6 months of talking to BR, I come home from work & my phone is ringing off the hook. My friend from high school is calling, asking if I’d talked to him yet – and she sounded a little worried. I had to pry it out of her – but she said he’d sent her a message online that he had a surprise for me. This jackass had taken the Christmas card with my signature on it to a tattoo artist who photocopied it for a stencil & tattoo’d it across his damn chest!!!
So, I’m numb with shock – she couldn’t possibly be serious?? But oh yes! The next call was from BR, so proud of himself, as he told me what he’d done for me. FOR ME?? Seriously?? I’d told him not to do it – and he thought it was all ok? He was seriously shocked as I went off & cussed him out & told him what a nut job I thought he was. I told him I was freaked out & didn’t think I ever wanted to even talk to him again. So what’s he do? He buys a freakin’ plane ticket & is knocking on my door a week later!
So I agree to spend some time (trying really hard here to give him the benefit of the doubt). Besides being a whacko for the tattoo… he bored the living shit out of me… and everyone else he met while visiting. I sat him down, told him it wasn’t going to work – that it just wasn’t ‘there’ for us & then drove him to the airport. And he cried… the whole damn hour to the airport, he cried. 6’4, probably 260lbs… wet face, wet neck – the collar of his shirt soaked… like a baby, he cried. It was beyond pitiful. I don’t mind some sensitivity in a man – but this was downright ridiculous. I couldn’t get him out of my car fast enough. He got married about a year later – to some nice, country girl. Hopefully the hair on his chest covered my name well enough! LOL
KHALL Me Crazy 