Note: I changed the names in this entry to accurately represent those discussed. Darryl was formly titled "Quoixte".
I'm beginning to doubt the character of Joan's boyfriend, as he is good friends with this guy I dated in high school. However, just because you keep the company of certain individuals despised by a greater portion of the state of Iowa does not mean that you're a bad guy. It may just means that you're into having a little bit of fun by hanging out with an interesting individual.
Darryl, good 'ol Darryl. I was hoping that I would never think about him again. It's not that he's the most horrible person I've ever dated, or that most of my friends hate him. I haven't talked to him for over a year now, and there is a very specific reason. Darryl insulted me, on several occasions. Darryl tends to insult the entire female race, as well as any members of the male race who have any respect for women.
The entire time we dated, Darryl constantly talked down to me. Given, I was a sophomore in high school, but I don't think many people his age knew what the hell he was talking about. And he was only two years older than I was. He broke up with me by postcard- a free one that he got at ISU's summer orientation, and he signed "D" instead of his name. Also, Darryl dumped me to get engaged to someone else. An engagement that lasted all of a few months. Then Darryl came back into town my junior year, after the engagement turned sour, and expected me to date him again. I went out on one date with him, and I was excessively rude (as I was still pissed that he had dumped me to get engaged to someone else). After that, we didn't talk for a while- except for the occasional unsolicited e-mail from him.
The incident that resulted in my severance of communication with Darryl, or "D," DJ Sober, Zero (how fitting) and whatever else the extremely callous and bitter individual chooses to call himself, happened just over a year ago. It was spring break of my senior year in high school, and I was visiting Iowa to see my best friend (Ellen) and my boyfriend of that time (Quentin). For some reason, Darryl felt that it was impertinent that I visit him while Ellen and I were at ISU visiting her boyfriend of the time. I foolishly agreed to the visit, even after Ellen had told me many stories of how Darryl had made less than flattering comments about the women he had casually been "fucking" during his college career. (I have a sneaking suspicion that Darryl hates the entire female race.) Anyway, I went to his room, and we had a discussion about music, current relationships, and our past relations. He bragged about how "in love" he was with his current girlfriend (who was someone rather random to me, but I remember had made extremely less- than flattering comments about Darryl at a writing conference we attended the year before), and then proceeded to hit on me. He made several lurid mentionings of our past, and told me that I should cheat on my boyfriend. He also almost kissed me when I left (but chose to kiss my cheek instead).
It wasn't even that day that pissed me off to the point of never wanting to see or hear from Darryl again- it was the e-mail he sent me a few days after seeing me. He claimed that he had barely remembered our visit, and that I was annoying, rude, and inconsiderate. I found that extremely amusing, considering he spent at least fifteen minutes listing off all the women he had slept with, finding some way to degrade each one of them, and that he made sexual references towards me when he knew that I was involved with someone else (whom I was deeply in love with). I was beyond pissed, but I gave myself a few days before I wrote back to him.
When I finally wrote back to Darryl, I told him that maintaining a friendship with him was impossible- that I did not claim to have ever known him well, and that I now had no desire to. I wished him the best of luck with his music, and I politely asked him to never contact me again- then I put both of his e-mail accounts on block. I don't know if he ever tried to e-mail again.
Given, he did not have the greatest family life, and he seems to have a knack for dating emotionally dysfunctional women who don't have much regard for him. He's brilliant, and it's too bad that he can't get over everything that's gone on in his life- that he has to continue to destroy whatever shreds of self-respect he has for himself. Maybe I just don't get it, and in this case I'm not too sad about it.
12:45 a.m. - 2001-04-15
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