FUN ex bashing thread..."what was I thinking?!"

[SHump76]

When I was 15 I dated this guy for about 2 months. He was 18 or 19, I think. I forget. Anyway, he was a sweet enough guy, but sort of boring. His car caught on fire when I was at his house one day. It was a really nice old car that he'd fixed up. I'm not sure what happened, because we'd only been at his house about 20 minutes, but there were flames coming up out from under the hood. His mum called the fire department. He sat there crying for about 3 hours straight. I felt bad for him, but at 15, I couldn't really be attracted to a guy who cried for 3 hours over a car, so I just sort of stopped seeing him. So for the next month, I'd come home from hanging out with my friends and there he'd be, sitting on my couch whining to my mother about how she had to convince me to take him back.

I also met a guy who got really weird really quick. He kept leaving mixed tapes and little painted figurines from like Warhammer or something. This started 2 days after I met him. I never actually agreed to date him because he creeped me right out.