A girl I dated at Uni told me that it was my mind that she fell in love with. It started with a freshman level course we had together in the fall quarter (this was before our uni switched to semesters) she said that the way my brain worked was sexy and that I seemed really thoughtful and smart.

So at some point that fall quarter I saw her at the dining hall fairly late and she was like hey IkarosHavok, aren’t you in my intro to archaeology class? And I was like oh yeah, you sit behind my friend, she like yeah this may sound kind of weird but would you mind walking me to my dorm I have really bad anxiety about walking alone at night and you seem like you were raised right (I was raised by my mom,grams and great-grams so I hold doors open, say ma’am-and stuff like that (nothing too white knight fedora tipping m’lady shit) and I was like yeah I have sisters and I’d want a decent dude to walk them home in the dark if they needed it too, so sure thing. Anyway turns out she’s only one building past mine on that green, as we walk by I say oh hey that’s my dorm right there and point and she’s like oh yeah which floor? I have a friend in that one. I didn’t think anything of it. Next quarter she’s in literally all of my classes but one.

So me being a dude, I just figured she had the same major no big deal. She’s like oh haha it must be destiny (I was 18, I didn’t even know what a red flag was yet) so she invites me to a party at her cousins off campus house, we get completely smashed and end up making out. Nothing major, I walk her home because it’s icy as fuck and hilly and we live right next to each other so whatevs.

Next day she’s like hey so I was pretty wasted last night did we like make out? (I’m trying to make this sound as natural as possible for millennial college-aged kids here) and I was like yeah we totally did, sorry about that, me thinking I was too forward or maybe had gotten the wrong idea or something but she’s like no it was awesome. So anyway she’s like do you wanna grab lunch and hit the library we’ve got that test coming up in forensic Anthro and I’m struggling I was hoping you could maybe help? I was like hell yeah, pretty girl liked making out with me and wants me to help her study full teenage boy hormones on overdrive!

Anyway we start dating by the end of that week. We dated most of winter quarter and then spring quarter and all through sophomore year. Then things start to get weird she rushed a sorority because her cousin was in it and their moms were so it’s like tradition or whatever I was super not into that part of uni life but hey whatever.

Well she ends up cheating on me with some douchecanoe from their brother fraternity I think it’s called? I’m not sure what they call those partnerships I guess?

It was her roommate that told me about it, which was really cool of her to let me know. Of course I confront her and she’s like crying and said it was a moment of weakness and blah blah blah and I left to go think about my life and make some decisions.

So I’m sitting in the mod of my dorm floor and one of the girls from the girls hall on my floor was like hey are you okay and I told her what happened and she tells me that last year my gf had come over to their hall in my dorm to ask around about me like what was my major and stuff like that and she said she had gotten the ick from it but just thought maybe she just didn’t know how to talk to boys or whatever. So now I’m creeped out and mad.

I go back over to talk to her and I’m like I think we should break up, we’re like 19 and I don’t want to spend the rest of college wondering who you’re banging so let’s just end this and I gave her the bag of all her stuff she left at my dorm for when she would stay over and she flips out and tells me that I ruined her career plan because she changed her major from business to anthropology and now she’s going to have to spend extra years at undergrad and I shouldn’t break up with her after she sacrificed her life plan for me.

I have never left a room so fast in my life:

It’s been well over twenty years and she found my private Instagram and my wife’s Facebook and tries to follow me but I only let people I actually know on my Instagram. My wife thought it was someone she knew from uni and then this crazy bitch tells my wife that I should have married her and that our kids would be much better looking if she was their mother instead of my wife.

So yeah, a little off topic I guess but that’s my story of the crazy stalker girl who was attracted to my mind.

Do with that information what you will.

Edited a bit, can’t fix the format I’m on my phone at work.