I am a guy. I was a crazy boyfriend once. I was about 18 at the time. I broke up with my high school sweet heart. We lived in a foster home together, when we turned 18, we split and got our own place. When we broke up, I moved out.
I was there to pick up some of my stuff, and her new man was there. I sorta knew him, he was an acquaintance of ours. I thought he was a tool. I was stressed out and sad. When I found out who her new man was, I really felt like being an asshole, I kept in in check. The ice cream truck came by and they went to get ice cream while I was packing.
So I went out to get ice cream too. I got a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone. It really helped with the sadness. He was holding her right in front of me, I was like “What the fuck, a little respect?” He told me that we weren’t together anymore and it was ok.
I have no idea what I was thinking, I remember flipping out, I grabbed the ice cream and started rubbing it all over my head and face. I was making kissy noises and saying “Oh EX GF’s NAME, I love you
soooOOOOoo much” over and over. I don’t know why I did that, I think I just wanted to creep them out as much as possible.
Fast forward 9 years later, we still talk to each other. We see each other for the holidays or special events. We talk about the crazy times we had and that story always comes up. She told me she acted really upset by it, as soon as the guy left, she started laughing her ass off.