Ballenxj said:I'm afraid I would have done the same thing. That, and change the password to my bank account, which I'm sure you did?
Every Road Leads Home said:How does this story end you ask? We broke up when I got home.
Exactly!DannyB1954 said:As it was, stalking is not called coincidence.
Every Road Leads Home said:Here's my coincidence story. My Dad died in 08 and I wanted to get out of town for a bit to relax and clear my head. I had his 03 Chevy Express cleaned out and threw my mattress, kayak, and camping stuff in it and was heading to Key West for a few weeks as I had never been. My girlfriend at the time couldn't come because she had work and a kid.
Stopped in Orlando for the night because the wiper motor on the van was going and Florida is land of the short lived heavy downpours. Grabbed a motel and on my way out the door in the morning to grab some breakfast and check on the van, I see a blue two door civic, "I'm like that's weird, that look's just like Meghan's car." As i'm walking down the outside stair way to the parking lot and get closer "I'm like Massachusetts plates too, that's even weirder". I have to walk right buy it to get to the sidewalk and who pops out.......my girlfriend Meghan! What a coincidence! Except it was not a coincidence, she had figured out my password for my bank account (I used to use her computer when at her house and she installed a key tracker) She then hopped in her car and started following my debit transactions and then saw I was staying put for the night and made it there before I was leaving.
She had convinced herself I was going to Florida with another girl and wanted to see my hotel room. So opened the door and showed her an empty hotel room. We had breakfast together and then she had to hop right back on the road to get back in time for work Monday morning.
I guess the only actual coincidence in this story is she knew the motel I was staying in from my debit transaction online, however it was a 3 sided building with parking lots.....one for each of the three sides, front and back. She didn't know my room number and didn't see the van so she thought she had missed me. She pulled into a spot to decide what to do next and that was the moment I just happened to be walking out the door.
How does this story end you ask? We broke up when I got home.
Wrong kind of aint right, eh? I agree!rvpopeye said:,,,,, She Ain't Right ! (membership not accepted)
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