The true tale I'm about to accurately relate occurred nearly 30 years ago (28 to be precise), yet it still has ramifications on my life to this day. Perhaps it's one I should keep to myself as even to be thought of in connection to such a topic is embarrassing, but I believe in being honest and I need to mine my own life experiences from time-to-time in order to have something approaching interesting to write about on Crivens.
So here's a question for you all. Do you know the most effective way to make a woman hate you? It's to ignore her and refuse to have anything to do with her. That seems to annoy the hell out of a certain kind of woman and in some cases provoke them into seeking revenge by any means posssible, even if it means telling the most outrageous lies in their desire to get even.
I once knew such a woman, who worked for a local businessman who I considered a friend. Turns out he wasn't. I'll try and give you the 'Reader's Digest' version or we'll be here all week, but I fell out with her after she had offended me on a couple of occasions. I should perhaps stress at this point that she was what I considered a deeply unattractive woman with a horrible personality, and I strongly suspect she was mentally disturbed. Never at any point did I have designs on her as she wasn't the kind of woman I'd ever have been interested in.
I used to do drawings and posters for her boss, usually in exchange for little more than a cup of tea or a plate of lasagne from a food outlet in the local shopping centre. Hey, I was self-employed at the time and doing all right so it wasn't as if I needed any extra money. Her boss usually gave me a lift home every night in his Merc, I assume due to the fact that he saw me as useful to have around. He also occasionally cashed cheques for me as he seemed fascinated with the Marvel UK logo on some of them and appeared pleased to be 'associated' with the brand.
Anyway, to speed things along a bit, after I fell out with his employee, she pulled in behind his car one night (blocking its exit from the carpark), opened the passenger door and gave a fulsome (if insincere) apology for offending me. I have absolutely no doubt her boss had instructed her to do so, lest he be deprived of a source of posters and art for his various food outlet businesses. I was still too angry to speak to her and simply ignored her, leading her to storm off saying "Huh, and they say women are huffy!"
I explained to her boss that I wasn't ready to 'forgive' her yet, and he nodded and said "Try and get along with her for my sake." Then he ran me home. Later, I felt a bit bad and petty about ignoring her apology and decided to repair bridges, so the next time I saw her, I said hello and she ignored me. No skin off my nose, to be honest, because I didn't much like her. I mentioned to her boss that my olive branch had been rejected and he again requested I try and 'get on with her'.
This is where I introduce 'Susan' into the tale. Susan isn't her real name, but I want to spare her any embarrassment should she ever chance upon this post. Susan worked for the same boss as the other woman and I thought very highly of her and would've done just about anything she asked. She enquired of me one day whether I was speaking with her fellow employee yet and I explained I'd tried but been rebuffed. "Maybe you should try again" was all she said. Doubtless her boss, knowing of my regard for her, had suggested she speak to me on the matter.
Now, I'd have done anything to please Susan and make her think kindly of me, so I resolved to put things right with the other woman and repair the situation. I didn't really want to talk to her so I wrote her a letter which did the trick. She showed it off to people, including Susan (as I'd suspected she would), and our acquaintanceship was soon once again on an even keel. Her boss was happy, Susan was happy, and I was - well, at least satisfied with having 'done the right thing'.
Things went swimmingly for a few weeks until the woman was once more rude to me, causing me to fall out with her again. I informed her boss that was it, that I had bent over backwards to accommodate her, but it was the last straw and I wouldn't be talking to her ever again.
Guess what happened then. That's a (shocking) tale for next time, and you'll be astounded at the lengths some people will go to in order to 'get even'. Look out for part two - coming soon.
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