For example, one date he went on was a blind date – he decided to have a drink before meeting her to calm his nerves. Well, he ended up getting hammered before meeting her at the bar, entering himself in a wet T-shirt contest and proceeding to make a complete ass of himself (and baring his ass in the process). It was entertaining to hear about to say the least and he was so unlike any guy I’d ever dated.
I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend (there’s another long story, completely unrelated) and moving in with a girl-friend. A few months later ex-douche invited me and a friend to the Chili Peppers concert and him and I ended up hooking up that night. Suddenly we were dating and then we were moving in together – 3 months after we first hooked up. That’s the short version.
Ex-D used to be a teacher. He taught special needs students for a while though he didn’t like working with them because he thought a lot of the parents were too soft with their kids. For example, one boy asked Ex-D to tie his shoelaces for him. Ex-D told the boy to tie his own shoelaces, he was perfectly capable. The boy was shocked that he wouldn’t do it for him, but guess what? He tied them himself.
A lot of the parents wanted Ex-D to spend extra time after school with their children, but were too busy to sit with their kids themselves for an hour to help with homework. He said it was frustrating and eventually quit teaching altogether.
When Ex-D first started teaching, he was teaching grade 8 students. After the first semester, the school board sent an evaluator around to each classroom to sit in on the class, make sure that progress was being made and to evaluate the teaching style.
It just so happened that Ex-D got his evaluator on “Dress As Your Favorite Teacher” day. So as the class settled in, the evaluator sat at the back of the classroom, pencil and notebook at the ready. Ex-D decided to ask the students which teacher they had dressed up as and why.
The first girl he asked, wearing a long skirt, glasses and a blouse replied:
“I’m Miss Barry, because she always helps me with my math.”
“And you, Todd, who are you dressed as?” he asked a boy with running shorts and a t-shirt on.
“I’m Mr. Chase, because he bikes to work everyday”
Ex-D turned to a boy wearing crooked glasses, a shirt buttoned up improperly, tie half undone, messy hair and wrinkled pants.
“Jimmy…who are you supposed to be?”
“Well, I’m you Mr. Ex, when you come to school hungover!”