Miss Celie
Bad News Boy is bad news no more.
Hands shaking, I sat at Grizzly's Lounge last night, waiting for BNB's ALLEGED ex to come and talk to me. I smoked a lot and sucked back a Jameson's a little quicker than is typically advised while waiting. She came in, this weird apologetic, hopeful look on her face which I can only assume mirrored mine. Awkward pause. Then, we hugged. An hour or so of drinking and talking brought out the fact that BNB (his name is Shaun. Shaun Himmerick. And he is an ass) lied to both of us. He told me that he had broken up with her, and he told her that he had no involvement with me. There were so many lies, I can't even begin to number them, but one example I'll share is the Gordian knot of falsehood that is this past weekend:
He tells me he'll likely be flying in to Chicago Friday night, although it's possible he will fly in Saturday morning. I ask him when he flew in and he said Saturday morning, giving very detailed descriptions of his flights and the ensuing airport hassle. His ex tells me he got in Friday and spent the night with her. He called me on Saturday and, when I didn't answer the phone, he spent the night at the ex's place. Sunday, the ex couldn't spend time with him, so he came over to my place and fucked me. Twice. He told her he never left the office.
Three Jameson's has a tendency to get my blood up, and when the ex suggested that we go to the show he had that night and interrupt it with a litany of accusations, I just said "Game ON, motherfucker!" When we got to the theater, he was no longer there. Undaunted, I suggested she call him and see if he was at home. She left a message and he called back almost immediately, as we were speeding up Lakeshore and I was weaving my keys into the spaces between my fingers.
When we got to his condo, he buzzed us right in and the ex stood outside his door and said "We are BOTH here, you asshole. Do you want to do this here or outside?" He came downstairs (in a moment of juvenile glee, I ran through mud and tracked it up his stairs, grinding it in as hard as I could) and we lit into him hardcore. I made him look me in the eye and tell me that he lied. I told him that he had to make amends, but I did so in a line stolen from "The Color Purple": "Until you do right by me, everything you touch gonna crumble." His roommate came home in the middle of the tirade and slunk upstairs. At the last moment, as my righteous fury began to cool, I said to his ex "Say, do you have anything in the apartment that you need to get?" He didn't want us to come up because he was afraid we'd smash his shit, which is ridiculous and totally devoid of respect. She got her stuff and I went to get the condoms in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, but they weren't there. He apparently had hidden them in the computer room.
If nothing else, I got to say some shit I will probably never get to say again ("If it takes me down, too, I swear I will ruin you.") and I think I made a new friend. Look for our website soon at www.cheatingshaun.com.
Hands shaking, I sat at Grizzly's Lounge last night, waiting for BNB's ALLEGED ex to come and talk to me. I smoked a lot and sucked back a Jameson's a little quicker than is typically advised while waiting. She came in, this weird apologetic, hopeful look on her face which I can only assume mirrored mine. Awkward pause. Then, we hugged. An hour or so of drinking and talking brought out the fact that BNB (his name is Shaun. Shaun Himmerick. And he is an ass) lied to both of us. He told me that he had broken up with her, and he told her that he had no involvement with me. There were so many lies, I can't even begin to number them, but one example I'll share is the Gordian knot of falsehood that is this past weekend:
He tells me he'll likely be flying in to Chicago Friday night, although it's possible he will fly in Saturday morning. I ask him when he flew in and he said Saturday morning, giving very detailed descriptions of his flights and the ensuing airport hassle. His ex tells me he got in Friday and spent the night with her. He called me on Saturday and, when I didn't answer the phone, he spent the night at the ex's place. Sunday, the ex couldn't spend time with him, so he came over to my place and fucked me. Twice. He told her he never left the office.
Three Jameson's has a tendency to get my blood up, and when the ex suggested that we go to the show he had that night and interrupt it with a litany of accusations, I just said "Game ON, motherfucker!" When we got to the theater, he was no longer there. Undaunted, I suggested she call him and see if he was at home. She left a message and he called back almost immediately, as we were speeding up Lakeshore and I was weaving my keys into the spaces between my fingers.
When we got to his condo, he buzzed us right in and the ex stood outside his door and said "We are BOTH here, you asshole. Do you want to do this here or outside?" He came downstairs (in a moment of juvenile glee, I ran through mud and tracked it up his stairs, grinding it in as hard as I could) and we lit into him hardcore. I made him look me in the eye and tell me that he lied. I told him that he had to make amends, but I did so in a line stolen from "The Color Purple": "Until you do right by me, everything you touch gonna crumble." His roommate came home in the middle of the tirade and slunk upstairs. At the last moment, as my righteous fury began to cool, I said to his ex "Say, do you have anything in the apartment that you need to get?" He didn't want us to come up because he was afraid we'd smash his shit, which is ridiculous and totally devoid of respect. She got her stuff and I went to get the condoms in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, but they weren't there. He apparently had hidden them in the computer room.
If nothing else, I got to say some shit I will probably never get to say again ("If it takes me down, too, I swear I will ruin you.") and I think I made a new friend. Look for our website soon at www.cheatingshaun.com.
posted by Unknown at 5:10 PM
2 Comments:
hey, shaun himmerick is a good guy!
Some things never change. Or people, rather. Shaun was the SAME way in college, and when he lived in Denver. That was ten years BEFORE this was written in 2004. He uses women, has low self esteem he masks with comedy, and has some serious issues with his mother, and seemed to care less for his sister. The guys hates women I think, so don't cross his path. He will never change. He's gotten at least two women pregnant too. He's BAD NEWS.
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