Singing The Blues
A guy I was dating had called me up and wanted to go out. We had only gone out twice before, and I had prior plans, so I told him no. He was insistent, but I kept saying no and finally just hung up on him. Well, I went out with friends as planned, and they came back to my place afterwards. Suddenly, we heard the most awful sound coming from outside. It was my boyfriend singing at the top of his lungs outside my living room window! He was singing very badly, too! I ran outside and told him to go home, but he kept singing some dopey love song to me at full volume. Finally, the police came and made him leave. Needless to say, I never went out with him again!
— Nikki, 26