The Most FUKKED UP Ways you/witnessed someone got rejected?

deadeye wrote: »

'You gonna post those emails?

black caesar wrote: »

Since this "ether roast" is still burning strong, grab a box of popcorn. Let's take a trip back to Late Jan to the 3rd week Feb of 1996.

I was 18 years old in my senior year of high school. Man I was on some square ? back in that time when it came to females. I met this girl in the arcade that was going to school at Hampton University. She was the same age as me, but she was at HU. She was there with this one unattractive obese girl. Stick a pin in that. We'll come back to that. We hit it off and exchange numbers. She was staying on campus at Hampton University.

Now keep in mind, it was my senior year of high school, so I was working a job bagging groceries for tips only. I had a school schedule where I only had to take three classes, then I drove to work and mashed for my rations. Any way me and this chick were talking on the phone almost every other night getting to know each other. (Mistake #1 Make a date to meet up and get the hell off the phone.) Things are cool between us, but it was hard to see other due to schedule conflicts. We did see each other though. We were just seeing each other. Kissed and all that stuff, but I was trying to lock her down. Hadn't even sexed the chick either. (Mistake #2. If a female is feeling you, she'll make time for you.) Anyway, word spread due to my boy telling everyone that I was messing with a college woman. It's amazing how women that dissed you or didn't give you the time of day are on you when they get the word. My boy was proud as hell. He never pulled that off, and he pulled chicks. I keep it cool though. My thinking was why mess with a female in high school when you're spitting at a college woman and is receptive.

So time goes on it it's now close to Valentine's Day. The day for women and simp ass ? . I had plans on showing her a good time on Valentine's Day. I remember I had got off of work and went to the mall, to look at something. I finished doing what I had to do, so I thought, I would stop through the arcade and play some Mortal Kombat 3. After I got my ass beat, as I was looking to play another game, lo and behold, I see shorty and her obese double chin friend in the spot. So of course I go over to speak. Man, she had a surprised expression on her face. (Mistake #3. Always pay attention to body language.) She was all stuttering and everything. Due to the fact that I was L7 dude back then, I didn't peep that something was wrong. She was talking about she wasn't feeling well and blah blah blah. I told her to just call me later. Of course she calls, and I'm thinking everything is kosher.

So now like a couple of days from Valentine's Day, I'm busting my ass of for tips. I was motivated as hell. I get the money, I got this chick some expensive chocolate and White roses. White roses ain't cheap son, especially when it's a bouquet and you're in high school. So the day night before Valentine's Day she hits me up. I told her I'm going to be coming through to Hampton University campus. She's is like "I can't wait to see you".

Valentine's Day 1996. After I get out of school and work for a little while to try and recoup some of the money I spent, I call to let her know I'm on the way. So I drive to the campus. I head to her dorm building with the white roses and expensive chocolate with a big ass Kool-Aid grin thinking I'm on some Don Juan suave ? with my square ass. I get to the receptionist desk:

Me: "I'm here to see ____________"

Receptionist: What's the room number?

Me: "number......."

Ok have a seat on that couch over there and I'll page her. We don't allow men much less people that don't go to this school up in the girl's room. (This was actually true in that time.)

Me: "Thanks"

So my ass is sitting there for15 mins wondering what's going on. The receptionist says to me, that she spoke to her roommate, I'm assuming that she's on the way down because her roommate was there. So like a sucka, I'm waiting for another 5 mins. (Mistake #4. A woman should value your time.) Her roommate comes down and sees me on the couch. Keep in mind, I've only talked to her briefly on the phone to ask if shorty was in other times I had called. But this is my 1st time seeing her. She was fine as hell. She was better looking than the girl I was messing with. The convo goes like this:

Roommate: "You must be_________"

Me: "Yeah that's me. Who are you?"

Roommate: "I'm _________'s roommate.

Me: "Oh yeah. How are you? Where's ______? She knew I was coming and was supposed to be here."

Roommate begins to sit next to me

Roommate: "She's not here. I paged her as soon as the receptionist called. She said that she was and wasn't going to be back in time."

Me: "The ? you mean she ain't going to be back on time? I've been waiting for 20 mins. You can't be serious. I drove up here and she knew I was coming."

Roommate: "I feel bad about that. She didn't even mention to me that she had company coming through." (Looking back on this, that ? knew something was up.)

Me: "Ok, good looking out coming down to tell me what she should had done."

First thing I did was threw them damn roses away. It wasn't like they were going to give the money back. I gave the expensive chocolate to my mom.



Three days later which was on a Sunday. I worked an extra shift to get my money back which I did. So I get back home, said what's up to mom and sat in the recliner to watch some TV. A few minutes later the phone rings, and my mom answers it. She tells me I got a phone call. So she hands me the phone and it's this ? on the phone.

Her: "How are you? I haven't heard from you"

Me: "Why the ? would you hear from me?"

Her: "Because we always talk."

Me: "I came to your dorm and your roommate was saying you weren't there, and you knew I was coming through."

Her: "I couldn't call because you were on the way."

Me: "That's why I got a ? pager! You should had beeped me."

Her: "You're right, I should had paged you. My roommate said you had some things in your hand."

Me: "Yeah, ? that cost some money."

Her: "Do you still have them?"

Me: "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Her: "I'm so sorry. Well there's something I need to talk to you about. Do you remember when you had bumped into me and my friend at the arcade?"

Me: "Yeah."

Her: "Well, the reason I was shocked to see you was because my friend and I were hanging out with these Juniors on campus."

Me: "What does that have to do with anything? (I was on some square ? for real at this moment.)

Her: "Well, It's a guy that I liked when I first came on campus, but he started to talk to me and things just went on from there."

Me: "And this was around the time we were seeing each other."

Her: "Yes. On the day you came by to see me, he had called. He said he had something he wanted to show me." You didn't know it, but you played against him in Mortal Kombat. (This ? beat my ass in the game and then scooped up the chick. That's a "L" of epic proportions.)

Me: "Right."

Her: He had bought me this tennis bracelet and told me how much he really liked me." (I'm sure that's not the only thing her gave her. SMH)

Me: "I don't give a ? !"

Her: "I'm sorry, but I really like him. I'm going to be with him. I do have some good news though."

Me: How the hell can there be any good news? You dropped me like a bad parent!"

Her: Well, there's a girl that you've spoke to that thinks you're cute and felt bad about what happened to you on Valentine's Day. I gave her your number.

At this point, I'm thinking: "Oh ? , the fine ass roommate! I'm going to be alright."

Me: "Ok whatever. I hung up.

The next day. I had the day off work. I come home, and my mom said that some girl called asking for me. She hands me the phone number. I'm thinking it's the roommate. I don't recognize the number. My mom said it was a cell. So I call the number. The chick that it turns out to be wasn't the fine ass roommate, but that obese ? that was her friend! She's on the phone telling me that she liked me from the 1st time she saw me, but I was paying attention to her friend. I told her ass not to call me any more. This ? still tried to call for the next two days. I told my mom, I don't want to talk to her. So when mom picked up the phone, she told her, "My son had already told you he didn't want to talk to you and you keep calling him. Now I'm telling you, don't call here anymore."


That was ether at least that's what I thought until I read Ray ? 's story. LOL

I even got a Valentine's Day story for 1997 as well. SMH