He called it love..I called it crazy...

I rushed out of my office building in the middle of Columbia Circle and went next door to the Samsung store. I had at least 3 bags in my hand, my phone wouldn't stop ringing, and I had a headache out of this world. Although I was in a rush to get the heck out of there to make the LIRR on time, I waited patiently for the manager with a smile on my face. After all this guy was allowing me to film my final project in his store so I couldn't rush him.

I plumped down in front of one of their many computer screens and began to surf the net, I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to find a teddy bear (that's what he looked like) staring down at me. "Yes, can I help you?" I said to him confused. "Sorry, to bother you, I just wanted to talk to you for a second." He went on to tell me how he had watched me stomp into the store and just wanted to know what was wrong. I looked at this incredibly well dressed man (stranger) and said "that's none of your business now is it?" Mind you I said this with a serious attitude. He smiled, and then I smiled. We talked for 10 more minutes and exhanged numbers. "Dag," I thought to myself he got me...but I'm glad he did.

After weeks of conflicting schedules, we finally met up to go out. He took me to a small romantic Italian reasturant and even ordered for me. To say the least...I was impressed. Over dinner we talked about everything from our futures, to who and what we wanted to be. He was an NYU Med school student and he wanted to save lives. That alone...warmed my heart. For the rest of the evening, we talked and laughed, and had a beautiful night.

For the first time in a long time, I felt giddy.

For the next couple of weeks we were inseprable and then slowly but surely I found out everything he told me was a lie. After our first three weeks of dating, he started buying me things. Not just random things, but clothes, shoes, jewelry, and they were all expensive. At first I demanded that he take it back, I wasn't the type of girl that needed a man to buy me anything. However, he wasn't having it, he insisted that it was a gift. So after awhile, I just gave in. For some reason (guilt) I never wore anything that he bought me (with the exception of the Prada shoes, a girl can't resist Prada!). I let everything pile up in my room, until one day I added everything up and realized he had spent thousands of dollars on me.

I called him and said listen, we have to talk. I knew I had to end things with him, because something just wasn't right. As I was explaining how I felt over dinner, tears welled up in his eyes and he told me he was "sorry." He had a rough life, and he wasn't really an NYU med student at all, actually he never even attended college. He thought if I knew all this that I would never accept him and that's why he lied.

WTH

He then proceeds to pull out a little black box (from Zales) and ask me to please except it as a token of his apology and as a promise ring that I will be his forever. I look at him like he's completely lost his mind...and tell him flat out, "no." He starts crying...again. But, "I love you" he says thru tears. I stare at him and give him a nice pat on the hand, and tell him I have to go...he starts crying harder.


"Check"," I yelled (way to loudly) to the waitress.

As I walked (ran) to the subway I said a silent prayer asking God to please let that be the last crazy one...please.