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Best date was when I met a guy from IRC and we decide to go on what he called a "non-date", which was basically that we'd go out as friends, not as any sort of romantic thing.... So we walked around the mall, and went to dinner, and saw a movie... And had such a good time that neither of us wanted to go home, so we called up my sister to see what we could do in Houston, since neither of us knew the area well (he lived a few hours north of Houston, and I lived in Louisiana).... She suggested mini-golf, and pool. Since we didn't know the way around, we decided to go back to my sister's place, and switch cars so my sister could drive us to the two places. When I walked back down the stairs to go to her car, he kissed me! And in the car, he held me and sang along to the songs on the radio. When the date was over, I took him back to the mall to pick up his car, and we kissed for like hours....LOL And a few days later, I went to his place and umm... got. to. know. him. better...... yeah....
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Things went from bad to worse. The ass went bipolar; first trying to shower me with gifts - including a gold band ring as a promise of marriage - then to calling my friends to attempt gaining their support in "saving" me from my Love.

I took to staying some nights at my Love's apartment (having decided that indeed, I did want to be in a relationship with him). I didn't feel bad because it wasn't until after I broke it off with the ass that I took any steps with my Love. I couldn't bear to be around the ass and wanted to avoid hostilities.

Enter the hurricane.

A very large storm was heading directly for the Tampa Bay area. Everything closed down for the storm. Where my Love's apartment was came under mandatory evcauation. We needed to get out. At first, we thought of staying at my grandmother's house because she was away and it was empty. We instead decided to do something different and take advantage of the long weekend the storm gave us. We hopped in the car and started driving. And ended up at Callaway Gardens in GA.

We had the best time. It's now what we consider our official anniversary. But the best of times would lead to something much worse. See, the ass too was busy while I was away. He emptied out the house.

My Love dropped me off Sunday night at the curb of my house. I walked in the door to find it stripped clean. What little was left (mainly my clothes) was piled in heaps on the floor. The furnature was gone; the walls bare. I ran to the phone, paged my Love "911" to call me back. He did and returned and we surveyed the damage.

In the end, the ass had stolen several thousand dollars worth of stuff that was both communal and flat-out mine. He rang up $400 in charges on my calling card while I was in GA. He left me with about a thousand in final bills from power to water to repair to the house, etc. He had called and turned the power off (which would have happened the next day, Monday, leaving a fridge of food to rot) by impersonating the owner of the house (my step-father). To make matters worse, he took off to a job on a cruise ship and wasn't even coming back for six months, thus avoiding having to face any of his actions.

That night I moved in with my Love. And we started our life together. From disaster and heart-ache - the worst experience of my life - came the most joy. From the nightmare of the ass' actions came about over five years of love, support, and happiness. I've never regretted meeting my Love. And I've never regretted the price I paid for us coming together. But that's the story of my worst of times and yet, best of times.
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