An Accidental MVWD
I had just broken up with a suicidal drug dealer who continually compared me to his ex-girlfriend, when I accidentally ended up on MVWD. R was my ex’s best friend, who had just spent the past month stalking said best friend, and sending her countless text messages at all hours. He even wanted to stay in Boston after his graduation so that they could be near each other. She told him it was not going to work out and that she would not be attending his fraternity’s semi-formal with him.
Since R seemed so disappointed after being rejected by my friend, I offered to stand in as his date for the semi-formal. I figured that we could go as friends and that his needing a date was more important than my distaste for fraternities in general. When R picked me up at the door he stared me up and down, then made a comment about blue Betsey Johnson dresses being sung about in rap songs. He then pointed at my face and said “I like the way your uh, you know, matches your dress.” Despite the fact that I’d never wear blue eyeshadow, and I certainly wasn’t wearing any at the moment, I thanked him and we moved on.
When we got to the frat house, R made me a drink and then quickly had three himself. He told me repeatedly how glad he was that he was getting drunk already, since alcoholism used to be a problem of his. Afterward, we ended up on the porch, smoking cigarettes where R told me that he didn’t like the way I treated men and then talked endlessly about an ex-girlfriend of his. Apparently I reminded him of her and he had only tried to date my friend because he thought she’d be like me, and therefore like his ex-girlfriend. Not knowing how to respond, I chainsmoked four cigarettes and hoped desperately that he’d stop talking. On the way back inside, he tried to put his arm around my waist. I quickly removed it and he apologized profusely.
Inside, we sat around a table in a room with some people who were smoking a bowl. Everyone was chatting pretty normally until R said, “My eye is twitching. Can you see it?” I told him that I couldn’t tell, and to just relax but he kept getting in my face saying, “Just look at it. Can you see it? Right there. It’s twitching!” After about 10 minutes of this, he got up suddenly and ran off. I texted him repeatedly asking if he was alright and he responded, “No.” He wouldn’t take any of my calls and I ended up calling my ex to ask if R had run off and was with him. I was just told to “go home” and “get out of there.” He refused to say anything else.
Immediately after the call, R came out of a door right down the hallway. He triumphantly told me that he’d just puked in a box which had holes in it. He hadn’t known about the holes, but he figured someone else would clean it up later. He kept repeating about how glad he was that alcohol could make him vomit now. I told R that since he was sick, I figured that we should just go home. He agreed, told me that we had had a great time and should do it again, then left me to find my own way back to my dorm at 2 a.m. Suffice it to say, I am never stepping into a frat house again, no matter how sorry I feel for someone.
