This is a true story about what happened to me back in the late 1980s when I dated a crazy chick from work.
I was working as a salesperson on a retail floor with about 20 other salespeople, two of which were female. Not long after I started the job, both girls took an interest in me. Both the girls and myself were single and in our mid 20s, while all the other men were married and in their 30s and 40s, so I didn’t have any real competition amongst the people at work.
So, I began going to lunch everyday with one of the girls. If Natalie was working, I went to lunch with her because she was my favorite. But, if she had the day off I went to lunch with Pam. This went on for a few months, during which I did not otherwise date either girl.
What I did not realize at the time was that Pam was getting very jealous. On the days when all three of us worked together, I ignored Pam and went to lunch with Natalie.
Then, one day I invited Natalie over to my place after work. What happened between us makes for another great MGTOW story; but for this story all that matters is that Pam somehow found out about it a few days later. Pam was overcome with jealousy, but as yet I was unaware of this fact.
Less than a week later, Pam walked up to me as were were both getting off work. She told me that she had gotten herself locked out of her apartment, and wanted my help getting in. Right off the bat I figured that this was just a ruse to get me over to her place, and then into her bed. After all she was not going to lose me to Natalie without a fight.
Leaving work, I drove my car following her car to her apartment. When we arrived, she had no keys and told me that she had lost them at lunch in the mall. I knew this was BS because she still had her car key used to drive home, but just kept my mouth shut to see how this game of hers was going to play out.
Standing in front of her apartment she begged me to break a window and climb inside to unlock the front door for her. I said NO. Then I walked to the managers office and asked the complex manager to unlock her door for her.
When the manager turned the key and opened Pam’s front door, I started to walk away and said, “See ya tommorow.”
In response, Pam begged me to come inside for a drink. I looked at the manager who witnessed Pam’s begging, shrugged my shoulders, and said, “Okay, I stay for one drink, but I can’t stay long.”
Once inside, she closed the door and the two of us were alone in her one bedroom garden apartment. She then asked me to wait in the livingroom while she changed out of her work cloths.
I waited for about 15 minutes, before finally getting bored. At that point, I loudly announced from the safety of the livingroom that I was getting tired and going home. And, for the second time, I told her that I would see her tommorow.
She yelled back from inside her bedroom, and from behind her closed bedroom door, “No don’t leave yet, I want to show you something!”
A moment later, I was standing outside her closed bedroom door and replied, “Okay fine, come back out into the livingroom and show me now, cause I’m getting tired and want to go home.”
She desperately responded, “No, don’t leave just yet, what I want to show you is back here in my bedroom. Come on in!”
As I reached down and grabbed the doorknob to her bedroom door, I imagined that she was laying naked on the bed waiting for me to come inside and lay some pipe.
I opened the door, took two steps inside looking at the floor, then looked up and instantly froze in my tracks.
The bedroom was quite small, and I stood no more than a few feet from one side of her queen size bed. On the the other side of that bed, Pam stood fully clothed in the same outfit she had worn all day, and pointed a 38 caliber revolver like a laser beam in the middle of my chest.
My adrenaline kicked into high gear, and in an authoritative tone of voice I asked, “Is that gun loaded?”
With her finger on the trigger and her hands trembling, she replied, “Yes.”
I looked her squarely in the eyes, raised my voice, and commanded her, “Point that gun away from me right now, then hand it to me.”
Had she pulled the trigger, I would have been dead before my body hit the floor as the gun was pointed directly at my heart. However, she pointed the gun down and away from me, and said, “Hold on, I’m not giving you a loaded gun.”
Now with the gun pointed away from me, I slowly began to walk towards her as she opened the revolver and dumped the ammunition out of it. A moment later I grabbed the now unloaded gun from her grasp, walked away and threw the gun out of her immediate reach as I left her apartment.
Driving home, my body started shaking uncontrollably, and I was forced to pull over for a while until my body calmed down. Years later a doctor told me that those shakes were caused by my body coming down hard from an extreme adrenaline rush.
In hindsight, it was an obvious setup. The bitch wanted to murder me and claim self defense. Hence the reason she wanted me to break into her apartment.
Jackinov 4 years, 3 months ago.
