before finding my true calling, I dated a lot of girls. I say girls, because I always seemed to get the same kind. You know the ones: young, stupid, maybe hinting of mild retardation...
Anyway, I once dated a girl in high school named Sara. Are relationship stopped abruptly when she tried to pull down my pants and give me a bolwjob in the parking garage of a local mall. Enough of that aside, it pretty much ended there. Sara was a girl that was special...in the way that high school whores usually are.
I had just moved to a new part of the city i live in, and was put into a new school. In my own bout of stupidity, I acceoted a date to go see a movie with this person. Fast forward to the situation above.
Like with most of my ex's, I tried to stay friends. Hey, I'm that kind of person that doesn't cut off contact right away. Unfortunately, she did some typical things like threatened to kill herself. I fell for it once, really thinking that she had the capacity to kill herself. I rushed to her house to find her actually drunk, going down on a nieghbor. You can imagine that i got off that train pretty fast. I wasn't the only call she made, and that was her thing. Drama was pretty mush her middle name.
For weeks, she tried to corner me in school and try and talk to me. I avoided her. First off, she wasn't the kind of person I felt comfortable associating with. Before I graded, I heard she was trying to set the record for most oral in the school...something she would probably be the only title holder for. I mean, how many girls would pull up to that challenge?
I moved back into the area of my old highschool, and she was working at the local grocery store. She had lost some weight, was taking medication, and trying to get her life back together...and then my partner at the time came up with the last bit of purchases.
" Who's this?" she asked.
" Oh, this is Bradley. Bradley, this is Sara."
She asked how we knew each other. When the words " Boyfriend" came out of her mouth, maybe something cracked. I acutally talked to her after the incident, and she thought that we would have a chance, but lost it after meeting Bradley.
Sure enough, the incident in question took place three days later. I was trekking to the store and Sara was on her way to work. Apaprently she flipped and pointed her car straight at me. If I hadn't been on rollerblades at the time, I would have gotten pinned between the front of the car and the pole that she smashed into.
I'm happy to say that I no longer shop at that grocery store.
