He Was The Source Of Her Tears

"When I was in high school this girl had a major crush on me and decided to write me a note one day. She had someone give me the note. It just went on and on about how she was in love with me and all that. I honestly thought the girl was attractive. She was weird, but kind of '90s, short hair alternative cute. She was two grades below me, but I went up and introduced myself and we became friends. She confided in me one day that she had never kissed anyone. I said I would show her, so we made out for a little while at a friend's house. Things were fun.

Then things turned.

The next day, she asked me out. I said that I thought we were good friends, but I didn't think going out was a good idea. After I told her that, she burst into tears - full-on uncontrollable sobbing in the lunchroom. I felt really bad because I wasn't a guy who had ever had to turn a girl down. I wasn't some ladies man. I had been where she was and I felt terrible.

The next few days were cry filled calls begging me to date her, that we were perfect together. I worked at Kmart at the time. She would call my work crying. Then, she called my house when I wasn't home and talked to my mother. And my brother. And my stepfather. Then, she started calling my friends and asking them to convince me. One night, she showed up at Kmart wearing a big overcoat with nothing on under it. She had started getting very overly intimate in the sobbing phone calls saying she wanted me to take her V-card. She would get very graphic. She wanted me to bang her at work in the parking lot when I got off. I declined.

Then, in her calls, she said she wanted to have a family with me and described what our kids would look like. It was starting to get a little bizarre. I began thinking something was not right about this and that, maybe, she had mental issues. Her mother eventually got in contact with my mother and asked her why I was harassing her daughter. My mother laughed.

'My son is terrified of your daughter!' she said jokingly, adding that she legitimately called ten times a night. Apparently, she had her mom convinced I was the one going after her.

Then, one day over the summer, the calls stopped. There were no more random visits at work either. It turned out that she was having some kind of psychotic breakdown. She had made a 'shrine' to me in her closet with pictures of me and articles of my clothes she had, somehow. Her breaking point was that she had been taken advantage of by a much older man when she told him that I didn't like her because she wasn't experienced enough. She went away to a hospital. I didn't see her for years.

Three years later, I was at a club. This group of hot chicks walked into the bar area and there she was with them. She was GORGEOUS! I didn't know if I should talk to her since I was the cause of her breakdown, so I just took my drink and sat across the room. She was way out of my league now and her friends were equally beautiful.

She spotted me about half an hour after walking in and made her way over to me. She was nice and wasn't weird at all. We talked for a while. She told me she went to live with an uncle in New York when she got out of the hospital. Her uncle worked as an assistant to some famous photographer. He 'discovered' her and she started working as a model while living in New York City and going to school. Her friends were also models. They were her roommates and had come with her to meet her family on vacation. Turns out she ended up much better off then I did.

I still talk to her on Facebook from time to time. She is now a mom with two kids and a cool little family."