Ms. Fabulous's "Crazy" Dating Adventure (aka "The Night We Don't Speak Of")

My dating adventures have been aired numerous times on here, as I have recounted my goofy first dates, the strange men I have encountered in the world of online dating, and of course the sordid tale of Karate Man and myself. For a while there, I was thinking that I had bad date karma, a term a friend and her husband used to describe me numerous time. But, just when I have a taste of good relationship karma with Robin Leach, my bad karma is passed along to Ms. Fabulous. It was February and Ms. Fabulous turned into a dating machine. She had dates every night of the week. But then she met a gentleman that intrigued her a little more than the others. Let's call him "Crazy" (I'll explain later).

"Crazy" became the flavor of the week...literally. They met on a Sunday, went out again on Tues, Wed, and Thurs, and then their final meeting came on the following Sunday. I have wanted to write of this incident since February, but I had to allow enough time to pass so that Ms. Fabulous could see the humor in it. So, here it goes.

Let me set the stage:

Ms. Fabulous's mother came into town to visit for the weekend. We were all excited about getting to meet her, and thus Ms. Fabulous planned a dinner Sunday evening at India Palace. We should have known from the start that the evening was destined to be eventful. As we picked up Foxy, she proceed to slip on the ice on her apartment steps and fall on her ass right in front of us. She sustained a minor injury to her left forearm as shown in the pic below.

When Foxy recovered, we were off to India Palace. Foxy and I found it odd that Ms. Fabulous's cell phone rang about 15 times on the short drive, but thought nothing else of it. We arrived at the restaurant and placed our ordered while hearing about Ms. Fabulous's brother's upcoming wedding, stories of the little Ms. Fabulous, etc. She and her mother sure knew what to order on the menu, as if they were Indian (wait, I thought she was Mexican???). As our food arrived at our table and we began to dig in, a mysterious visitor appeared.

The mysterious visitor (that would be "Crazy") walked right up to Ms. Fabulous's mother and introduced himself as the man who was dating her daughter and who had been told he could not meet her because she was apparently against Anglos. He threw the Valentine's Day card he had received at Ms. Fabulous and told her she should be ashamed of herself.

Foxy and I sat in horror, first, not knowing exactly which one of the MANY men this was and secondly, thinking this was too surreal to be actually happening right in front of our eyes. His rantings and abusive language continued. Her mom repeatedly asked him to join us, as she wanted to meet the man that her daughter was seeing. Ms. Fabulous kept interjecting that they weren't "dating", that she had just met him this week, and that he needed to leave. Most of what he was saying made no sense. He was in a rage, his eyes looking like they were going to pop out at any second. He kept going on and on about how she led him on, how he wasn't good enough to meet the parents, etc.

After about 10 minutes of this, and a visit by the manager asking if there was a problem at the table, I finally had had enough of him talking to my good friend in the fashion. I kindly asked him to stop talking to her that way and that it would be best if he just left so that we could enjoy our dinner. He didn't appreciate my interference and popped off with some rude comment. Foxy just sat there, staring straight ahead to avoid eye contact, and only later did I find out that she was afraid of being hit by "Crazy". However, I had to defend my friend. Period.

He finally left, leaving us all in shock! The remainder of the dinner was mostly in silence. The car ride home was painful, with Foxy and I not really knowing what to do to help Ms. Fabulous with her mom in the car. I mean, if it had just been the 3 of us at dinner, the events would have unfolded differently. Foxy and I both have sharp tongues and wouldn't have allowed any man to talk to our frend that way!

When I got home to Robin Leach, I couldn't recount the events fast enough. He got to enjoy most of the leftover food (we ate about 1/10 of what we ordered as "Crazy" took our appetites). I told him that we were not leaving the house tonight, as bad things always happen in 3's and my number was up! Foxy called and we spoke about what the hell took place, all the while saying, "Poor Ms. Fabulous. Now she is relegated to dating the guys her mom picks!" We kept trying to figure out what set him off. I mean, I date men for years sometimes and they haven't met my parents. Why on earth does 3 or 4 dates constitute a ticket to meet the parents? He was a big guy, maybe this was "roid rage", the condition steroid addicts get when they just lose it! Why he snapped that day remains a mystery. It was during this phone call to Foxy that the call waiting beeped....Ms. Fabulous was trying to call. Apparently, when they had arrived at her apartment, they passed "Crazy's" white van leaving the parking garage. She immediately put the pedal to the metal and left out the back entrance. They needed a safe place to go.

When they arrived, her phone rang non-stop. He kept ranting about her being racist and this lie and that lie, basically all delusions on his part. At one point, she handed the phone to Robin Leach so that a male's voice could tell him to STOP CALLING! Enough was enough - I told Ms. Fabulous that she needed to report him to the police, file a report, and let "Crazy" take up his issues with DPD. Fortunately, my dealings with Karate Man paid off as I knew exactly how to report crazies such as this!

The detective called "Crazy" and told him that any further communication would mean charges would be pressed. He backed off from the phone calls, but persisted to email her - first hateful messages then apologetic ones. Even to this day, "Crazy" still writes, inviting Ms. Fabulous to concerts and such. She has not pressed charges yet, but he sure is pressing his luck.

This night became known as "The Night We Don't Speak Of". It was weeks later until Ms. Fabulous could see the humor in that night, and what must have gone through out minds as Foxy and I watched this unfold. We all joke about this now, recounting the many crazy men that have permeated all of our lives. Now, Ms. Fabulous has her "Crazy".

Follow-up: We went out a few weeks ago and the scar from that night still remains a permanent part of Foxy's arm.