Me: Hey, your really cute, and you seem nice. Evan: Wow, you like this stuff too, your cool. Me: Want to DJ with me? Evan: No, I want to go out with you. Me: Okay Sure, but I warn you, I am normal. Evan: So am I. Ever have sex? Me: Of course, what do you take me for, a celibate virgin? Evan: Oh, well then., I am a celibate virgin, and therefore, for the rest of this relationship, I will ridicule you, and tell you I want to have sex with you, but when we get close to it, I will push you off and call you a slut. Just to let you Know. Me: Excuse me? I didnt quite catch that..? Evan :Oh, nothing babe, lets go out to eat. And that was Evan. He loved to sing "Dont you forget about me" and he uh, didnt sound that great. He sounded like the guy who sings "64" on the Tv commericals. Needless to say, this relationship was doomed from the start. He was not into having sex. Fine, I can live with that...no big deal. But when you are saying shit like, "i love you some much, I just want to make love to you right now" And then, proceed to try to take my clothes off...and when I go to do it to you say "Stop it, you slut, I am not having sex with you unless we are together for a year" WHAT????? Oh dear god this boy was fucked up. He was ssoo controlling. His friends were odd, at best. Evan also had a weird obsession with porn. But not any type of porn...really weird stuff. FREAK! He was rich too...had a goregous house. He was a psych major who has since left UWM and trasfered to UW Madison. Okay. I was bad, when he broke up with me (Stating I had problems because I was with a couple guys before him--okay, its normal to have sex, freak) I was still friends with him...he was a nice guy, when I wasn't dating him. But then he wanted to be "friends with benifits" and wanted to start screwing aroun. Yeah, okay, no. And thats when I met my fiancee, Keith (smiles at the mere mention of Keiths name) So, screw you Evan. I got something 5 times better. Outcome : Evan can expect a couple of fingers saying "hello" when I ever see him