Back in my second year of college at UAF, I made some bad choices. This is common knowledge. I skipped class so I could sleep all day, I worked a full time job and skipped class, and I felt that I was invincible, as many twenty year olds feel when they’re away from home.
Anyway, for a very short time I casually dated this guy named Derik. We didn’t have a lot in common— we both liked Miyazaki movies, he was well traveled, he was an overall interesting guy and he treated me well. He seemed stable and honest, and I really liked him.
One night, after we had been seeing each other for a few weeks, he starts messaging me on face book. He tells me he’s really drunk and he would be so happy if I got him some Taco Bell.
Since I’m sober and it’s Saturday night, I decided I would be the good friend and sober his dumb ass up.
How sweet of me, right?
I walk downstairs to his dorm room and he opens the door and falls forward, almost slamming into the ground, but he caught himself on the wall. I could smell the liquor on him from three feet away. He put his arm around me and announced we should get Taco Bell.
The taco bell that was closest to UAF was about three miles, so not too far. As we were driving though, I got a lot of insight as to what kind of person Derik really was.
“You and I would never work as a couple,” he told me, something that hurt me deeply because I did like him a lot.
“Why is that?” I asked him.
“You’re too uptight. You have no goals in life, and you’re just really awkward and weird.”
I feel my foot push on the gas a little more. “Oh really, what are your goals in life?” I asked him.
Without even skipping a beat, he said something to me that made me want to punch him in the face. “My goal in life is to fuck bitches and get high.”
My foot started to push more on the gas. “Fuck bitches and get high? How high are you right now?”
“I had two hits from a roach clip right before you picked me up. But seriously though, you’re just too uptight and trying to take the fun out of fucking everything. It’s so damn annoying. Go smoke some pot and calm your ass down.”
The petal was to the metal at that point, we were going at least twenty over in this area.
“You listen here asshole,” I started to say, getting angrier as I spoke. “I don’t want to be living on the streets with addiction and I don’t want to be living off of my parents for ever, so you can just shut your mouth.”
I’ve never been good with comebacks. He started to gnaw at me more, saying more hurtful things… Until the cop car behind us turned on his lights.
I was so livid at Derik that I didn’t even care. I pulled over, and Derik, who had been drinking and doing drugs that evening, paled as the cop came to the car.
“License and registration,” the cop asked. I started to reach for my registration when the cop spoke again. “Do you have any weapons in the car?”
“I fucking wish,” I said angrily, practically throwing the items at the cop.
This cop knew me. I made his lunch every day. He had a spark of recognition when he saw my license and my angry face.
He gave me a look, and I cleared my throat. “Uh, no, I don’t sir.”
“Is everything okay?” he asked me. I point to the asshole next to me.
“This asshole is really pissing me off.”
You should have heard the squeak that came from Derik. His eyes were the size of plates, his face was ghastly white, and he was still.
“Is there going to be a chance of domestic violence?” the cop asked me.
“No sir, I’ll kick his ass before he can get his fists up,” I told the cop. Derik looked at me, thinking I was serious.
The cop gave me back my license and registration. “Just slow down, okay? And calm down.”
The cop went back to his car and drove off.
Derik let out a sigh of relief.
“I take it back, you’re a fucking god.”
The next day, he couldn’t remember what happened so he messaged me asking me if I wanted to come over. I told him what happened and that I had no desire to see him again. He apologized profusely, saying he didn’t mean it and didn’t remember any of it. He admitted that he was blacked out drunk, but those words cut me pretty deep.
To say the least, we weren’t really seeing each other anymore. But I wish him well.
Have you ever met someone and found out some nasty stuff about them? Ever had a crush on someone and they were nothing like you thought they were? Ever tell a cop you wish you had a weapon? Let me know in the comments!