So I admit that I picked the guy in college, with the best looks, nice seeming, upwardly mobile, great major, who seemed obsessed with me, to zero in on. I invented a future with him, without knowing much about him, in reality. He never even told me his last name! He was super secretive and distant. Then he’d come in out of nowhere and want a random hookup. He didn’t see me as girlfriend material or maybe he just didn’t want to be tied down with a girlfriend back then. Being put on the back burner, to maybe come around years later to pursue, sucks and was always a dealbreaker for me. Like how many girls do you have to screw in the meantime? I didn’t wait for him, so why did I start kicking myself, for doing that later?
And he just continued to stalk me, out of a lack of impulse control and a wandering eye. He wanted someone who idolized him like “oh what a hot sexy musician! He’s the drummer in a band!!” After the whole Santeria fiasco he got me in with his psycho in-laws, he decided he didn’t give a shit about me, about the fact that his wife is a witch, and is hexing me. So he ultimately stayed with his wife! Aaargh!
Now she gets to play groupie for him and they don’t have any kids, so he can pick up his drumsticks and gig around Santa Cruz, whenever he wants. On the bright side, at least I don’t have to move to Santa Cruz now. It honestly sounds like such a nutty place! LOL Meanwhile in Santa Cruz…


















































