Rock Off

Story Sent in by Franklin:

Christina was a dark-haired, dark-eyed beauty from Romania. We met in college and went on a few dates before going official.

Not long after we became exclusive, the all-night phone calls started. She'd call me and we'd talk for hours and hours. It was nice at first but I had other things I wanted to do, like homework and friends and drinking with aforementioned friends and so on.

One time it was 11pm and I still had some reading to do. I told her I needed to go, and she became short and curt and practically hung up on me.

When I called her the next day she acted like it didn't happen, so I assumed everything was hunky-dory. That night it seemed as though I was in for yet another all-night talk when I told her around 8:30pm that I was going out with some friends.

"Okay!" she said, "Where are we going?"

"Uh... um... just some guy friends and I were going to hang out."

"Where? I'll meet you!"

So she met up with us at the bar. I think everyone had a good time, but I really just wanted it to be a night out with the guys. And as soon as I made it home? Yep. She called.

I told her that I was heading to bed. That seemed to upset her, but after explaining in fine detail that I needed sleep after a busy day, she seemed to understand and let me off early.

The next morning I checked my phone and saw that she called me at 2:30am, 2:34am, and again at 5:10am. She left no messages. I called her phone and left a message for her. I hoped everything was okay.

When she called me back she said that everything was fine. She had "just wanted to talk."

"At 2:30 in the morning? I was asleep."

"But I'm your girlfriend. You should want to talk to me."

"I was asleep."


It was at that point that I realized that Christina may not have been as mentally stable as I had once thought. I figured that maybe she was under some stress and that was what it was all about.

Anyway, not long after that a friend of mine from high school was through town and I planned to have dinner with her. I left Christina a message to let her know that I had dinner plans. I had a nice time out with my friend. I didn't hear from Christina that night, and so I went to bed.

I woke the next morning with over 100 missed calls from Christina. No messages. I decided not to call her back and see what happened.

She called again and I picked up. "Did you get my calls?" she asked.

"I saw you called a few times. What's up?"

"What's up? What's up? We're through! That's what's up!" She hung up on me. Okay.

Less than a minute later she called back. "Aren't you going to call me back to stop me from breaking us up?"

"It hadn't occurred to me to do that. Should I?"

"Ugh!" She hung up again.

Less than a minute later she called once more. I didn't pick it up but she left a voicemail. "I'm coming over."

I wasn't going to run from her, and so I was there when she came by. I opened the door but didn't let her in, saying, "You just broke up with me. I'm in a fragile emotional state right now. I don't think you should come in."

"Why are you being like this?" she demanded, "You're not thinking of me at all."

"I know, and it's liberating," I said. "Excuse me." I closed the door on her.

She pounded on it and rang the bell a few times. I informed my fellow subletters about the situation and when it was time for me to head out for the day, I went out the back.

When I returned from classes and lab, she was still on the front porch. It was seven hours later.

"Now we can talk," she said.

"Now I have homework. Excuse me." I slipped past her and went inside.

When I tried to close the door, she attempted to force her way in and I had to shove her back. She screamed, "Rape!" but no amount of fictional rape could stop me from shutting the door in her face and locking it.

The next morning, bright and early, she was back at the front door. "I'm not leaving until we talk."

Although I was in and out a lot over the following days, she was there whenever I returned home. I have no idea how she ate, slept, or went to the bathroom during that time. My only explanation is that she likely knew my schedule well enough to time her visits. But even during the weekend when my schedule was erratic, she was always there.

Finally, one of my housemates said that he was tired of her being there and always staring at the door, so he was going to call the cops. I asked him to let me speak with her, first.

I went to the door and said, "Christina, we're going to call the police. I think you should go."

"I'm not leaving until you come out here and face me like a man."

We called the cops. They swung by, spoke to her, and they all left.

That night, I received a few dozen missed calls from her, but still no messages. The calls became less frequent as the weeks went on, and they finally dropped off altogether.

I heard that she took the following semester off. She returned to school the semester after that, but only for a few weeks before leaving college for good. Last I heard, she moved to Minnesota to marry the lead singer of some rock band and have his five kids.


  1. I think you may be over reacting a bit OP. I mean, she just wanted to talk to you. And what's wrong with a few phone calls now and then? I mean, what if she had something really important to tell you? Oh well, I just hope you didn't brag about your past girlfriends to her. That could really hurt some feelings.

  2. Oh Archie, you seem to really "get" some of the odd bad dates on here. Is there something you want to tell us? ;)

  3. @ JMG - Help, someone broke the comments section. If I can't read the whole comment, how can I be expected to leave a snarky reply? I'm starting to get the shakes man! You gotta help me out....you just gotta.....Can you spare a comment brother?

  4. it's the overly attached gf


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