What is the most 'F-ck This I'm out' moment of your relationship?
Answered by: Richard Shaw
Three or four years ago I met a new woman. She was just over 50 at the time. Nice looking girl - slim and attractive. We went out a few times and really had a fun time. She mentioned at the time she had a few things she didn’t like. Smoking was one of them. Didn’t really tell her I smoked, but never smoked near her, in my house… anything. So one day she invited me to join her as she’s going to her friend’s house for a small afternoon party and she thought it would be fun to meet them. I’m always up for a party, so said ‘sure!”
We got there and there were three other couples: the home owners plus two other couples. Drinks were served… yipee! I met the three other guys. All nice fellows. We were sitting out on the back deck having a few drinks. The girls were inside, apparently drinking as well. I could hear my date getting loud and laughing. I started wondering if she was getting drunk. So then the home owner brought out a box and offered all of us guys a cigar. So, I was at the party, took cigar and lit it up. A few minutes later my date appeared at the door. She looked a little unsteady on her feet. She looked at me and glared. She then walked over and slapped the cigar out of my mouth. Ashes flew everywhere. Before I could say anything - pow, she smacked me right in the face, and yelled “I told you! No smoking!”
I was shocked. For a second I felt like standing up and driving her right through the fence. She stumbled back inside. The women had also seen this happen and were standing in the patio door way, in shock. The guys were all looking at me, like they don’t know what to say. My lip was bleeding and I reached for a napkin. I stood up and said, “well, I guess that’s my cue to leave.” the home owner tried to convince me to stay, as did the other guys. I thanked him for having me over and started walking to my car. The guy’s wife came out to me and said,“Uh, are you taking Janie with you.?”
I said “No, call her a cab or something.” She understood.
Here’s the thing. The next day she called me and says “hey, you left without me yesterday.”
I said, “Yes, I did.” She paused and said “Are you upset with me or something?”
I remained calm and said “You hit me in the face and split my lip.”
Then she tried to play it off, saying “oh, I was drunk, you can’t take that seriously.”
I said “can’t take it seriously? You hit me in the face! You’ve got serious problems. Don’t call me again.”
Some people shouldn’t drink!