There are a few things you just don't do right after meeting someone. One of those things is telling them your life story. This is one of the things that just pushes people away. Right after you meet someone, you don't want to know about every person they've ever dated or every problem they've ever had.
When I was a sophomore in college, I was plagued with having a roommate for the first semester. As soon as she found out that I was going to be her roommate, she started e-mailing and texting me all day, every day. I hadn't even met her yet! She had just looked on the school's website and seen that her and I would be sharing a room together. She would send me messages while I was at work and then get mad at me when i didn't send her a message back right away. Within the first week of her talking to me, she had told me literally everything about her. Within the first two days, she had told me all about how her littler brother had come out of the closet to her father by sitting in the basement with a gun to his head. Seriously? That sounded a little dramatic and quite frankly, I didn't really care.
The weekend after meeting her, i was sitting at home with my boyfriend and she called me crying because her boyfriend told her that he was gay. She later found out that he was lying to her to get her away from him. Maybe that should have been a hint to her to just fuck off. Not to mention, this girl was just a psycho whore. and by psycho whore, I mean she was mentally crazy, and she was a fucking slut.
The first two weeks we were at college, she had slept with right around seven guys. She looked for guys online ALL the time so that she would go on dates. I actually felt sorry for her because she was acting so desperate. Maybe her problem was that she looked like a straight up boy. But, that's probably why her current boyfriend had an attraction to her. We all think he was a world class homo.
He wasn't any less psychotic than she was. He had her move in with him, and then had his friends hold her at gunpoint and threaten to rape her. They then ended up robbing them of all of their electronics and leaving. The two of them made the newspaper the next day. He would write me notes and leave them in my room telling me how crazy I was, so I had to take it to the police. One night, I came back from dinner and he was going through my closet. I felt extremely violated, so I had to make it so that he wasn't allowed back into our room. My roommate kept saying that I kept locking her out of our room, but the thing was, she lived with her boyfriend, I didn't know when she was coming back, and i wasn't just going to leave the room unlocked so just anyone could walk in.
We had to have a mediation in December, right before we broke for Winter break. I ended up writing a letter to the housing department, and she had to move out before everyone left. She decided she was going to bring her boyfriend to our room to help her move out, and i'll admit, I went apeshit, because he wasn't supposed to be there.
The next semester I came back and had my own room, but my old roommate decided to seek confidence in some of my friends that she had met. I remember one day, she was in the lobby of our building crying, with her phone ringing every five seconds. It was her boyfriend calling to tell her that she was fat and that she had a huge pussy and how ugly she was and all this other bullshit. I guessed I couldn't just leave her crying there, so I went to talk to her along with one of my other friends. We all had an intervention with the police, seeing as her boyfriend had been kicked off campus earlier that day for trying to run her over with a car. He was also in the process of being evicted from his apartment and being investigated by the police for stealing thousands of dollars from his grandfather. What a winner right.
Anyway, the point of this story is, you don't fucking tell people your life story right after meeting them. All it does is push them away and make them not want to talk to you.
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