The Maleficent Hall of Shame
The Momma's Boy Nice Jewish boy... and i do mean boy... peter pan syndrome... I was 30, he was 28. He lived with his grandparents because he thought it was great that he had someone built in to do his laundry (his grandmother used to go into his room, pick up his dirty clothes off teh floor, wash them, iron everything - including skivvies- and put the back in his drawers. she also cooked for him every night that he wasn't with me. he never helped with household expenses and had a hard time holding a job. He got aggravated with me one night that he always paid for the movies when we went out - after all we had dinner at home (dumbass never grasped the concept that groceries cost money- until i sent him to the grocery store one night and he was appalled at the price of toilet paper.) Mr Mommas Boy was also Jewish, because his mother (a very controlling woman) told him to be, the last time he had been in a synagogue was for his bar mitzvah, and he claims the only reason why he had that was to get presents (he also says that the prayers he was supposed to recite at this event, he had phoenitically spelled out on index cards because he couldn't learn them. He met my parents when my folks took us to a football game and the out to dinner, and he whined the entire time about everything... I met his momma and grandparents on one fo the jewish holidays for dinner (now, I was raised pretty well, i'm polite and can handle myself around parents) his mother wouldn't be nice to me when she brought up the subject of my converting to Judiasm... I passed on that topic and tried to change the subject... later that evening... Mommas' boy said that he had planned on asking me to marry him contigent on my converting -but since I wouldn't - well - then he didn't see a future. OK _ buh bye... (lesson learned fro mthis guy - any guy is NOT better than no guy at all - and i realized the importance of a backbone in a male)
Mr Whiney... Mr whiney had problems asking for what he wanted... but thought he deserved... the final straw was one one i had pnemonia, and should have been in the hospital, but checked myself out and went home... He came over to 'take care of me'. His idea of taking care of me was spending the night on the phone with one of his sleezey buddies and him not understanding why i didn't want his buddy over at my place. At one point I'm coughing up a lung, and he and his buddy decided that the perfect cure for that would be for me to give him a blow job... Oh Joy Oh rapture that would be such fun for me...
I can't breath ya dork.. and you want what... He hangs up with his friend - goes and opens a can of chicken soup (which i detest) and brings it to me -- he ate the soup and later that evening he asks again for a blowjob - only he called it a 'treat' in a very nasally whiney voice before he left for the evening... Buh bye...