From Elise in CA -- this one is GOOD

This is my whole relationship with BJ, it lasted 4 months, which was about 3 ½ months too long! Trust me girls… you think you want this kind of guy… but you don’t!
Let me start from the beginning…When BJ and I met at a friend’s house in Santa Clarita, I actually liked his friend, Brent. I noticed BJ, he was cute, he was 22 and I was 19, but I really liked Brent. BJ came up and started flirting with me, and me being me, I flirted back. That night he told me he had a girlfriend but still asked for my number because he said I was cool. I gave it to him, he had a girlfriend, I was interested in Brent, he said he wanted to be my friend, so what was the harm right? He called me a couple days later to go out with everyone again, so I went. He then told me that he broke up with his girlfriend and asked if I wanted to go out with him. Brent started seeing his roommate, because he was afraid that if he told her that he didn’t like her that she would kick him out, so I was like screw that and told BJ that I would go out with him.
We were dating for a couple of days when I went to Hawaii on vacation with my family. While I was on vacation he and I were calling each other back and forth. About the 5th day into us going out, we were on the phone and he told me that he loved me! I was like whoa there buddy!!! I came home from vacation a couple of days later, at like 5 AM to find red roses all over my car and leading the way up to the front door. Now, I know what you all are thinking… how cute, right? Well I thought so too at the time even though I knew he was moving WAY to fast.
Over the next couple of months I would get flowers every week, would get my car toilet papered with hearts and kisses all over it, and even got sunflowers and roses leading from my Mother’s living room all the way up to the stairs going into my room with about 40 balloons in my room, all because I cleaned it! It was getting to be too much. I tried to break up with him, he cried, I felt bad.
The nights I would go to his house, we would hang out and watch movies, listen to music, or hang out with friends, but when it would be time to go at like 2 in the morning, he would cry! Again with the crying! I had a curfew; I had to be home, so I would leave him at the door with his bottom lip sticking out and tears streaming down his face.
Well, BJ got kicked out of the college he went to because of his grades so he had to come home and go the community college there. Because he was kicked out of school, his parents gave him a curfew of 10 PM. He could have people over if he wanted after that time, he just couldn’t go out. So the nights that we were out with friends he would have to leave and I would hang out with them and my best friend at the time that was dating one of BJ’s friends. We would go to movies and go swimming and every time I went out without him I would get phone calls or messages from him, again crying, saying that I was cheating on him with his friends. Again, I tried to break up with him, but again, he would cry and I would cave.
For my best friends birthday we took her to Medieval Times. When we sat down, the boys were on the ends and the girls were in the middle. I was talking to my friends about the horses (she loves horses, and I know horses). Well, BJ was upset that I was talking to my friend and not him, so he refused to eat his dinner. After the joust, my friend wanted her pictures taken with all of the knights, so we went. When we met back up with the guys, BJ accused me of cheating on him with the knights because we took to long!!! I had enough! I started going off in the middle of the “court”. There is actually a great picture of me with one had on my hip and the other pointing at BJ, face contorted in frustration, and then there was BJ, hands at his side, shoulders slumped, bottom lip sticking out, trying not to cry. Again I tried to break up with him, but was unsuccessful.
At the end of the “relationship” I went up to Montana to visit family while my parents went on their honeymoon. BJ was supposed to take my Mother’s truck and pick us up at the airport when we got home. The night before we left, I gave him the keys to the truck and he put a letter in my back pack, but made me promise that I wouldn’t read it until I was on the airplane. I opened the letter and it was a short story about me going up to Montana, getting abducted by aliens and gorillas saving me. When I got to Montana BJ asked me how I liked the story, I said it was cute and creative. After several days up there and countless phone calls from him I finally got what I needed! I got a phone call from my best friend, the one that was dating BJ’s friend, telling me that her boyfriend was hanging out with BJ when he got a call from his ex-girlfriend. He told her that he still needed time to think things through but when he was done thinking he would get back together with her. I was SO happy to think that NOW I had a legitimate excuse to break up with him and he couldn’t weasel his way out of it! I called him, told him what I heard and told him it was over. Of course he cried, from all of the other times he cried and I gave in I’m sure he thought this would be a repeat situation, but this time I held my ground! He knew I wasn’t going to change my mind just from him crying so he started to pull out all of the stops. He told me that I couldn’t break up with him because I needed him to pick me up from the airport, to which I replied that I would have my friend come pick up the keys and she would come get me in the truck. He knew that my friend would come get the keys so he tried another angle. He then said that he needed to pick me up from the airport because he had a surprise for me. He said that he had spent $100 renting a gorilla suit and was going to get flowers and a sign and pick me up. I flipped! How embarrassing! If I didn’t break up with him that night I would have most certainly done it then. I told him to give the keys to my friend; he said that if he did give them to her, he would still pick me up at the airport. I told him that if he did I would call the police.
Oh, that is not the end of it. He continued to call me through out the rest of my trip. When my friend went to get the keys they sat in front of his house for 3 hours crying and arguing with her to let him pick me up, finally she grabbed the keys out of his hand and ran.
A month goes by and I get my phone bill… because of him calling me so much while I was gone, my phone bill was several hundred dollars. My friend said that she would call him and let him know that he needed to pay for half of it. By this time I was dating another guy, Jason, who is now my husband. We were all in the car on our way to a bonfire when I got a call from BJ, crying of course, saying that he would only pay for the phone bill if I got back together with him. Jason, knowing what BJ had done, took the phone and told him to get a life and stop calling (but not so nicely).
Every now and then I would get a call from a blocked number, I would answer and then they would hang up. The last time I heard from him was six months later when I got flowers from him for my birthday with a card saying that he still loved me.
So next time you girls say that you want someone sweet, sensitive, and romantic that gives you flowers all the time, remember, that when you get that you also loose the “guy” in the man.