A very nice but very naive BF of mine had been around for nearly 2 years
and was still afraid of any physical contact (at age 24, there had to be something wrong with the guy). I had tried to break p with him but he kept convincing me otherwise, so eventually i just took off to Newfoundland for 2 weeks without telling him I was leaving. He kept coming round to my house while I was gone because I wasn't returning his calls.

I finally spoke to him when I returned, told him I had spent 2 weeks partying in a city full of men who were clamouring for me and that I was done with him. The next day, I went to a social function and was having a chat with his frineds, and he started dancing around me trying to get my atention. I said a brief "hello" and then ignored him until he gave up and slunk away.

Two days later, I got home from work to find an envelope taped to my front door, my name written on the front, and $900 cash inside. I knew where it had come from, and figured if the fool really wanted to give away his money I wasn't going to stop him! I still never spoke to him again after that.
(ghettobooty, Fri 18 Jun 2004, 1:33, Reply)