Creepy Jonathan, part 3

The next day after the train incident Jonathan comes to me ranting about "that damned cocktease" and "fuckin' bitch" and a variety of other choice words. Unfortunately, I had no idea what he did, nor what he was talking about.

From his frantic nonsence I gathered that he was going home with Vita, the shorter one with the fine round ass and big tits, and she told him to take off because she had a boyfriend.

Since he was raving like a lunatic and only used pronouns I didn't realize he combined the two stories. Also I didn't realize he broke the rule of men and pursued the girl I said I was interested in. That alone is an offense punishable with death. Well, not really. But that's the sort of crap that makes you wonder if this jerk is really your friend or not.

So I continued speaking with Anastasia and Vita. I thought it was wrong not to remain friends with this delightful girls just because they may have had boyfriends. He went on to put the moves on some buxom blond who was in that same class.

The astronomy class required a fieldtrip to the Vanderbilt Planetarium on LI. I asked the girls if they were interested in coming with me in my car, the 73 Maverick with the 302. They agreed. I even asked Jonathan and he said he was going with the blonde. Seemed like things were working out. On the night of the trip I put the moves on Anastasia, and she was receptive. She didn't have a boyfriend afterall. So that was the start of a beautiful relationship in March of 1991.

Jonathan had a terrible night on the trip.
That buxom blonde brought him to the place...
In her biker dude boyfriend's van...
That the boyfriend was driving!

So Jonathan was fuming. Another bitch lied to him. And I got to listen to his rants on that whole thing. Then I told him how things went very well with Anastasia, and that it looks like we'll be spending a lot more time together.

***Silence***

In fact Jonathan never spoke to me EVER again. Why? In his creepy mind he felt I STOLE his girlfriend. Didn't I know he was interested in that girl? How could I do such a thing?

The truth of the matter was that I told him on the first day of class I wanted a shot at Anastasia. There was no way I wasn't clear on this. And he went behind my back, got shot down and was angry because girls find him, and especially his personality apalling.

Here it is, 2005. I'm married to Anastasia. We have a house. Three cars. Nine turtles. We haven't killed eachother yet, so I take that as a good sign.

Jonathan is also married. Two kids. Lives in his parent's apartment in the same bedroom he's been in since he was a child. Once a creepy loser, always a creepy loser.