Aries pt 3 (really, this is the last one)

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I was going to hold off on this, but I already wrote it so I might as well post it. This is the story of my third (and possibly last) Aries woman. This is the one that made me swear off the entire zodiac sign, at least for awhile.

After I graduated from college, I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. I ended working in a call center environment for the first time. I was surrounded by women, and being one of the few straight brothas working there, I naturally got a lot of attention. I was also out of a relationship for the first time in three years. Naturally, I relished the opportunity to become a social butterfly. My nights consisted of drinking and getting blunted and hanging with the fairer sex. I was not looking for any commitment and for about a year I managed to remain free from romantic entanglements. One day, that all changed for me and to this day I’m not really sure how that happened.

I’m going to keep it extra real with you, blogger family. This story does not present me in the most positive light. All I can say in my defense is that I was young and I didn’t fully understand the ramifications of my actions. Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, lets move on to the meat of the story. One day at work, I attended a continuing education training class; you know the type that companies give so they can give you more work, but not increase your salary? In this class, I befriended a co worker named Veronica. She was 6 months pregnant and talked to me about how her baby daddy was not in the picture. She needed a ride home, and being the gentleman that I am I obliged. That fateful ride home proved to be the catalyst to a series of events that I never would have imagined.

To thank me for the ride home, Veronica offered to cook dinner for me. I wasn’t looking for anything in return, but since I had no culinary skills at all, I accepted. After dinner, I tried to go home, but she kept coming up with reasons that I should stay. I didn’t want to be rude, so I stayed. Besides I wasn’t looking forward to going home and seeing my room mate who at that time had moved her girlfriend in our already too small apartment. So I chilled and we talked and I played with her 2 year old hellion of a daughter. Next thing I knew it was midnight and I finally decided to leave. As I was leaving, Veronica grabbed me and kissed me and asked me to come back the next evening.

I was in shock at the situation. I called my homeboy Kareem and told him what went down. Instead of some meaningful advice, he hit me with this jewel: “Man, pregnant p*ssy is the bomb! Plus you ain’t gotta worry about knocking her up.” I hung up with Kareem, disgusted at his ultra male response, but in the back of my mind it resonated. I saw Veronica over the next few days, and she was in full on “get a nigga” mode. A few days later, I gave her another ride home and it was on from that point.

I started to spend more time with Veronica even though she was the opposite of what I was looking for. She didn’t have any of the positive Aries traits. She wasn’t especially quick, in fact she had to be one of the least intelligent women I knew. She wasn’t independent or determined, she relied heavily on her mother at first, and then on me. Why did I go out with her you ask? I think it was because Veronica was assertive and forceful, and I was passive at the time. I didn’t really go after what I wanted and I settled on the first woman who was majorly into me. I can say now after some serious self analysis that she hooked me with the attention she paid to me. But I would be remiss as storyteller if I didn’t tell you more about this crazy situation.

Veronica had ALL of the negative traits of Aries I listed in the first part of this post. She was domineering and selfish. Let me give you 2 examples. One night I was trying to extricate myself from her apartment, as I often did. I just wanted to be home after a long night of her talking me to death. What does she do to get me to stay? This (word that I can’t use that rhymes with witch) brewed me some iced tea with weed in it. Now, I don’t know who sold her pregnant ass a dimebag, but I do know that after drinking that shit, I was high as hell and unable to drive home. Another time, I tried to break up with her, (apparently I was in a relationship, but didn’t know it) and she threatened to kill herself if I left. 2006 T. would call her bluff, but back then I allowed myself to be manipulated. Veronica was also very quick tempered to the point of violence. I hated the way she treated her daughter, who was indeed a bad seed, but was only that way because of the hostile environment she was in. She would yell at her 2 year old like she was an adult and spank her to the verge of it being child abuse. That was another reason I stayed so long. I tried to be a positive influence on her child rearing, but Veronica’s impatience won out.

Eventually, I got the resolve to end things once and for all. Veronica didn’t have the traits I was looking for in a mate. I knew that from the start but refused to listen to the voice of reason in my head. I got suckered in by all the attention. I wish I could say that was the end of the saga, but alas it’s not. After the break up, Veronica transformed into Queen Stalker. It started out subtly; she would just stare at me at work. Her eyes would penetrate me as I took my calls. It was a little uncomfortable, but I could deal with that. Then, I found out that she was telling people that her newborn son, who by this point was 3 months old, was my child. I was like WTF!!! I didn’t even know her when she got pregnant, ain’t no way he is mine. But it was just enough information to salt my game for awhile. Veronica then started calling me 10 times a day, and when I ignored her number on the caller id, she would block her number or go to a pay phone to call. On those rare occasions that she did catch me, the conversation would consist of a series of attempted manipulations such as “I am going to kill myself” or “the kids really miss you.” Next, I noticed her driving by my apartment late at night or sitting in her car across the street trying to see who was coming into my crib. Veronica’s stalker tendencies were really starting to bug me, but I did my best to ignore her. Until something happened that I couldn’t ignore.

I came home late one night from a night of clubbing with my homegirl Senita and a few other co workers. It was about 3 in the morning and I was still intoxicated from the Bacardi Limon we had been drinking all night. I staggered up the driveway and made my way to the door of the cheap ass duplex I was renting. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Veronica digging up the grass under a tree (with her bare hands.) I quickly ran her off with a barrage of drunken curse words. It wasn’t until the next morning that I found out what she was doing. Apparently, Veronica went to visit a psychic healer, who told her how to put “roots” on me. She had to bury some chicken bones, a lock of my hair and an article of my clothing in my yard and then I would come back to her. Now I don’t believe in “roots” but the fact that Veronica would go that route displayed to me how unbalanced she really was. I had to tell her I was going to get a restraining order. She didn’t really stop stalking me until I moved to Atlanta about a year later.

After this experience, I tended to avoid Aries at all costs. Three in a row was enough for me. If I met an attractive young lady that just so happened to be an Aries, I ran like the wind. At this point in my life, I no longer avoid Aries, but I am careful to look for the warning signs. So there’s my long saga of dealing with Aries women. Do you have any zodiac signs that you are compatible with or try to avoid? Hit me up in the comments if you feel compelled to share.

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