Stage 8 MUTHA FUCKIN clinger.

So this one is going to get a big back story.  This one starts in high school, yep high school.  I had this huge crush on a few different chicks in high school, but i was a huge nerd.  Like fucking band nerd, computers and shit.  This was along with my redneck kill shit and fix my camaro hobbies made me not the most popular dude with the ladies.  When i tell you i am a very unique dude i am not shitting you.  So 1 of the girls i had a crush on contacted my on fb a while back prob 2013 or so.  Not sure exactly when but it happened first she just wanted computer advice.  Which was cool, no worries at all.  I know she is married and i am not doing anything i wouldn't do for anything else.  We start playing one of those app games on your phone for a while.  Still i have nothing to be alarmed about.  So after she figures out i am single we start talking on the phone.  She is telling me how her and her husband are getting the big D.  This is sometime around the beginning of June.  So we talk alot I am 2600 miles away from her so i don't see the harm.  Anyway somewhere along the line i get drunk and talk some smack to her.  I am a pretty charming fucker if you haven't figured that out yet.

So this turns into her looking for a job in Seattle, I am like sure sound good what the fuck do i care.  Well i have a sailing trip planned for the end of July.  Blog entry to follow on the sailing trip don't worry some shit happened there too.  She tells me she wants to fly up here and find a job, she has an interview somewhere.  I am like ok sure you can stay at my place.  Now take note i haven't seen this girl in 20 years.  So a week before i go sailing i am up at the airport picking up this girl that i have been talking to on the phone for the past month.  I am not sure what to expect, who am i kidding i know she wants to fuck....  She tells me before she gets on the plane that she filed for divorce before she went to the airport.  I am like oh ok that makes me feel better though.  Anyway we spend a week pretty much fucking all the time.  She bought some red lipstick like she use to wear when we were in HS and sucked on the ole dick.  She rarely leaves the house except when i take her places.  We did the whole tourist thing.  Needle and shit.  So we both leave about the same time on friday.  I am flying to the islands and she is flying back down south.  I think ok that was cool since she didn't look for a job i guess she really just wanted to fuck.  Oh 1 more thing.  She threw that 3 word phrase around before she left.  So my natural instinct is PULL back on the reins.  Fuck that shit.  

So i go sailing, an international trip so phone is off, but our boat has internet which is cool.  Anyway i don't get txt or calls for most of the trip.  I unplugged for a much needed vaca.  Anyway i am flying back and my first layover is in NYC.  I turn my phone on and get no lie 70+ txt msgs from this crazy bitch.  Apparently her and her husband got into it and she is flying her and 2 kids up to Seattle.  This chick is at my house when i get home with her 2 kids.  No talking about it or anything just surprise we are here.  I flip the fuck out.  

Have you ever heard the saying "bi-polar best sex ever"  I now know why someone coined that phrase.  Wasn't the best but she did like to please.  This chick is crazy.  Anyway i tell her she has to leave this is not going to work.  I am kinda a dick about it.  After she is gone the txt start.  Listen this chick is still stalking me.  A month later i haven't answered a call or a txt and i still get them.  I slept with my door locked the last night she was at my house i was worried she was going to come in there and either fuck me or kill me.  50/50 shot either way.