My roommates finally called the cops.

Ok so my boyfriend and I had had a rocky relationship. The main reason being we never actually lived in the same city at the same time.

I met him during the summer I was doing the orientation thing to go to OU. He was visiting right after he graduated. I saw him again that October. We kept in touch after that. We didn't see eachother again for a whole year.

Our status during that year was simply "talking". He started to visit me more frequently and we finally called ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend.

We were in love, but let's face it, long distance relationships are rough. It was just like every time I'd see him, it tended to feel a bit awkward.

Although it was awkward, I still felt like he was basically the same person that I fell in love with. I somehow had the impression that he was understanding enough to make the difficult relationship work.

Maybe not...

He came to visit me Halloween weekend 2004 at OU. Yes all us Bobcats, (and many non-Bobcats for that matter), know this is not exactly the romantic weekend one has in mind to spend with their honey they hardly get to see. It all started out ok.

He got in late on Friday night. Nothing too crazy was happening that night and we just went to sleep.

The next day the festivities began early. Jell-o shots, costume execution, party odds and ends, the works. The Jell-o shots started to hit me early around seven o'clock. Sitting out on the porch of my house I was hardly impressed by my boyfriend's drunken yells to highly disguised women walking down the street.

As the night crept on I soon realized that I kept losing my boyfriend. He kept dissappearing! Found him once, then I lost him again. Again, not exactly the weekend I had hoped for. Having my boyfriend dissappeared, my roomies and I decided to go up to the street party on Court Street.

Upon our return I found him sitting on my neighbor's porch talkin to another girl! Ok so this is not altogether that awful except that when I approached him he decided to just keep himself seated right where he was! Snap! One of my roomie's let him have it. I went and found him later and tried again to talk to him.

He refused to come talk to me. Doesn't sound that terrible, but when you consider how often we get to see eachother, it was.

So my roomie's boyfriend asked me if he could throw his stuff out the house. I said yeah. So he did. Soon after I discovered that he had been hitting on my friends too. He may have possibly made out with some girl as well.

With having thrown his stuff out I wanted to just sleep the night off. I was crushed. I went to sleep in my roomie's room upstairs. Couple hours later my other roomie woke me up only to tell me that he had been pounding on my bedroom window to let him in and had finally broke in through my bedroom window!

WHAT?! Are you serious? Why is he doing that? He says his dog's rope is still here? WTF?!

Ok so they explained to him that no his dog's rope was not here and could you please leave. I was too emotional to do it myself. He said ok. But no he stayed on our lawn! My roommates finally called the cops. When they came he had fled. Two minutes later he returned and this time they only needed a couple seconds to respond. They got him. That is how my senior and final Halloween weekend at OU ended. Watching my now ex-boyfriend, hand-cuffed put into a police officer's car.

I guess Halloween really was haunted...