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So, last August my band needed to find a replacement guitarist. Our original Guitarist, Richie, is a Mormon, and as such had to leave on his mission at the beginning of July. We waited for about a month before trying to find someone to replace him..
Enter Dan Wilbur. Dan is one of the coolest guys I've ever met. He's extremely laid back, very easy to get along with and genuinely one of the most amusing human beings I"ve ever met. It took us a while to get used to his presence in the band, but at this point, if Dan were to suddenly leave the band, we' would all be devastated.
This is where my problem lies.
Dan is 22, married, and has two kids. I've never met his children, but considering how cool their father is, I can only assume that they're just as interesting. I know Dan's wife to a minimal extent, but I know that she is a very nice person. She has always acted very oddly around me, though. She's always been a bit too complimentary towards me. A bit too eager to give me praise, while nearly ignoring everyone else in the band besides her husband.
As awesome as Dan is, there is, however, a problem with his presence in the band. He lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, while the rest of us live in Jackson, Wyoming. That's about five hours of separation. Yet, we do the best we can to make it work.
Dan was just up here this last weekend so the whole band could practice together, which is a fairly rare occurence. Usually, it's just Jeff, Daniel (different guy; he's our bassist), Kyler and myself. Dan's wife came along, if for nothing else, just to get out of the house. While they were here, they obviously needed a place to stay, and considering that I work at a hotel, I got them a room, and pretty cheap at that. They checked in, and didn't expect to see them again before they left. I, however, was wrong.
Dan's wife is an insomniac. This is where my problem began.
I was at the front desk, running reports, when she walked up and started asking me if I knew anything about altitude sickness. She said she felt sick and couldn't sleep. Well, what I expected to be a quick chat about how she could remedy the situation ended up turning into a two-hour discussion that became far too personal far too quickly. She disclosed too many very uncomfortable bits of information to me, the most disconcerting of which were that A) she apparently hates her current position in life (married with children), and B) she considers me to be a huge "inspiration" to her and one of the only genuinely "intriguing" people she knows.
That is a very dangerous combination. This is the crescendo of my problem.
My fucking MORON drummer, Jeff, gave her not only my work number, but my goddamned email address as well. In the last five hours, she has sent me one email, and has called me at least twice. I say "at least" because there were two phone calls where she identified herself. There have been about five others I've recieved during the night that consisted of 20 seconds of silence and then a click. I can only assume it was her.
I've dated enough mentally-screwy girls to know what this probably means, and I don't like it one bit. I refuse to be the emotional or spiritual outlet for a married woman with two children. Especially if she's married to a friend and fellow bandmate.
So, about an hour ago, I told her off. I responded to her email and said that this "behind the scenes communication" that she's trying to initiate with me had to end. Immediately. I am infinitely uncomfortable about the situation, and she has to respect my wishes. I will not be ensnared into this kind of situation.
Hopefully, this is the termination of my problem.
Why does this kind of shit always happen to me!? Why can't a fucking normal girl approach me like this!? Why does the girl always have to be married, suicidal, or just plain psychotic!?
God, I fucking hate this.
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