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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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he lived in his parents' garage
by - jj
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I was 19, he was 25, and we were engaged. Obviously a 19 year old going to college, living in the dorm and waiting tables shouldn't be engaged. But more importantly, you'd think a 25 year old realtor who lived in his parents' garage should know better that. In any case, the diamond was big and shiny and I couldn't think of a good reason to break up, so I took it. (I mean really, that's what you do in the South.) But I also liked clubbing and drinking and flirting. So I did that, too. You can't really be both engaged and a party girl, and apparently I had been really naughty. As it always happens, a friend's friend's friend told him that I'd been naughty, and needless to say, we had to break up. So he yelled and screamed and called me names over the phone and I got dumped.
So here's the kicker: he wanted to come get the engagement ring back, which was fine with me, only I couldn't meet him right then because I had to go to work. He wasn't hearing that. An hour later, there I stood in ChiChi's, carrying a pitcher of sweet tea, wearing a ruffled shirt and sensible black shoes, amongst customers and managers and bartenders and chimichangas and fajitahs and margaritas when in walks my fiance (and his mullet) yelling loud enough to call his hunting dogs home that he WANTS HIS DIAMOND BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!
It was like the movies - forks dropped mid-bite, everyone turned and stared, and the entire restaurant stood still for seconds. The ensuing pandemonium erupted when he stomped over to me, grabbed my hand and tried to rip the ring off of my finger (geez, I would have given it to him as soon as I recovered from the scene he'd just caused). The next thing I knew, waiters, waitresses, and two dad-type customers were at my side, and my manager had to escort this freak out of the restaurant. We finally got the ring off and one of the hostesses took it out to him, where he sat in his Chevy Lumina with Journey blaring from the speakers and an entourage of ChiChi's employees making sure he didn't start any more trouble.
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