We all have those relationships in our past that make us think WTF, was I drunk the entire time. Whenever Paul and I are having a bit of rough patch, I go and Facebook stalk one ex, lets call him Dick, just to remind myself where I could be. It certainly helps bring me back to reality! Dick is six beers short of a six pack..even that is being generous. I of course claim insanity, alcoholism and any other decision impairing substance for that little blight on my history.
Our relationship was short, mostly of me being drunk, him being naive and a relationship that looked more like mother and son to the outsiders. Someone once remarked to me that if I ever fell pregnant to this guy that she’d hope that it would inherit my brain and not that fathers lack of, so that I could at least have an intelligent conversation with someone. Our relationship ended when I sobered up a bit and realised what the hell he was really like.
Even after we broke up, he kind of hung around for a while. Like a lost puppy or something. At the time I was living in hostel like accommodation, with 6 other women. We were all crackers so it made for an interesting living arrangement, one that always meant someone had alcohol. One of the ‘rules’ was that there was to be no men staying, a rule we all broke regularly. It was kind of an unwritten rule, you keep quiet, don’t cause a fuss and everyone will turn the blind eye cos they’ve no doubt done worse.
One particular day Dick decided to pay me a visit and rode a push bike from his place on the other side of town, to my place…a journey of about 7km. He put his bike in front of the house, thinking it would be safe inside the yard. Upon leaving the house again, we discovered his bike was gone. One of the ladies, who I was friendly with was sitting on the steps. I asked her if she had seen what happened to the bike. She took one look at me, and promptly burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard she had to go and get her asthma inhaler before telling us what had happened to the bike….
It had turned out one of the other ladies had thought some hooligan (the thought of Dick having the forethought to commit a crime still makes me laugh) had pinched a bike and dumped it at our house…so she called the police to have it picked up. Surprisingly they were pretty prompt and had taken the bike to the police station already. A phone call to the boys in blue revealed that Dick would have to go down to the station to identify his bike.
I decided that I should tag along, you know for shits and giggles. Plus the bottlo was on the way. There was plenty of giggling the whole walk there, all 12 blocks of it. More from me, less from Dick. I figured he’d tell them what his bike looked like and be over with it, turned out I was wrong, things were about to get a hell of a lot funnier…well for me anyway. Well at least after I finished explaining to them that, no I wasn’t there to sign in and doing three times a week was enough thanks folks. I’m here with this dickhead, seemed to clear it all up though.
As the plot thickened, it turned out that the bike was his mates and he couldn’t remember exactly what it looked like. Not one single detail. Something which I didn’t know until he was asked by the officer in charge. Long story short, they wouldn’t give him the bike. Cue more laughter from me. He then had to ring said mate, who had no idea that Dick had borrowed his brand new bike and tell him that he had to pick his bike up from the police station. To say his mate wasn’t impressed, was an understatement.
All in all it was an afternoon of entertainment still makes me laugh even now, 6 years later.
Do you have an ex in your closet that you’d rather forget? Share your stories, make me feel a little better about Dick.
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Hilarious! I love tales of youth and old love.
I had a few boyfriends who were a bit odd but all in all they were fairly harmless. I could go on all day with the stories….
This guy was pretty harmless too, just very immature for his age.
LOL! Nothing like an Ex to remind you of how far you’ve come. I’ve got a few …
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Yep, they definitely make you wonder what the hell you were thinking that’s for sure.
Hilarious. Wonder if he tells that story too.
I hope not lol!
Nearly all ex’s I’d rather forget, which is why they’re ex’s – I was young (which is code for stupid and with low self esteem – not really, low self esteem but not confident enough to see I was better than them)
Me too! At least they’ve stopped sending me friend requests on FB now!
Oh what a classic! That is just too awesome. Dick sure does sound like all kinds of awesome. Swinging by and leaving some fairy wishes and butterfly kisses from #teamIBOT
Hahah not sure I would call him awesome but he was definitely special!
OH what a story to tell! I think we all have things that are better left in the past!
Yep! I am glad that I only see him every 6 months or so at the shops!
Ha ha, that is quite an ex you have there!!! Most of my ex’s were self absorbed dorks!
There are definitely some doozeys out there.
Classic! I’ve got one particular ex I stalk when I’m feeling angsty too. He was a total douche and seeing how douchey he still is reminds me that I’m blessed with the not-so-douchey one I decided to marry 😉
Haha yes that is my thinking too!
None that stupid thank goodness. I, on the other hand was more than stupid with some of my choices!
I think it’s just a rite of passage to be young and stupid! At least it gives us some good tales for our blogs 😉
Its nice to have a laugh of a Tuesday ! Thank you 😉
Glad I made you laugh 🙂
How hilarious! The choices we make when we’re young and rebellious. 🙂
Not really lol. I just have a psycho ex-husband but theres no really funny stories to tell.
Oh, I’m sorry to hear that xx
One of my exes went on to marry and have 7 children – another moved to Singapore – so I’m glad I didn’t end up with either of them!
Eek, seven kids I don’t think I could deal with that either!
OMG what a riot! Imagine being that mate getting THAT call? Glad you got rid of him!! I don’t know that I’m particularly embarrassed by any of my ex’s, but they are all ex’s for very good reasons!
I don’t think they were probably friends for much longer after that!
What can I say about my exes – Hmmm – An English man, a Japanese guy, an Irishman and an American walked into a bar – I was the punchline.
Hilarious. Poor, brainless Dick. Lucky you to get out of all that fun and joy 🙂
Yes! Now I can just look on through FB. Last time I had a look he’s got two kids but they are both in care.
LOL! That’s hilarious! I definitely have some exs I’d rather forget, one in particular. He was a complete narcissist and I found out later he went around telling everyone I was crazy after we broke up just because I didn’t think the sun shone out of his arse. He married a girl a lot younger than he was who obviously did think the sun shone out of his arse … poor deluded little thing!
Gotta love the ones who think that you must be crazy to leave them…especially when it’s the crazy that made you leave them in the first place!
Wow, you dodged that one, thank goodness Tegan! I have a very sinister ex, not one funny story about that one, but SO glad I dodged one too.
Sounds like you chose the perfect name for Dick 😉
Oh I’m glad that you dodged that one too xx
I don’t really have a funny ‘ex’ story per se, but when I met hubby, he was working as a carpenter on construction of Stanwell Power station (you’ll know it living in Rocky). He was living in the construction dongas, having separated from his first wife 18 months prior (she was living in their house – he was paying for just about everything). He rode a bike because his ute was unroadworthy and sitting with flat tyres in the construction camp car-park. I was a young, up and coming (or something like that) TV journalist – he was clearly quite a catch! Here we are, 19 years later.
Oh wow, small world. Paul was riding a push bike when I met him too lol!