Let me state that this page is completely my opinion. You can reserve the right to judge Amy however
you would like to. I am using this page just to inform you of what I have learned over the time that I have known her.
I have no intention to accurately report Amy's personality, it's only what I have figured out on my own.
Many of these things might not be entirely true to what Amy's actual personality is like, it's only what she has let me find out,
or more importantly, what she wants me to think about herself.
If you would like to update my information database;
anything you think you know that I don't, you may do so here.
doug@dougmalcore.com
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Before we get started...
In response to this page. Amy has sent me an email. I'm going to swallow the pride and
the ripping on me that she provided, and post this anyhow, just because it's what you'd like to
see...
good evening doug. i know that i am going to want to kick myself for even emailing you, as i'd prefer not to have anything to do with you at all...but i feel like i should in order to save myself a little face. and keep in mind that im not really mad...a little hurt maybe..
so your webpage is on *name omitted's aim profile, and i didnt really want to look at it,
as a matter of fact i dont know why i did, i had forgotten it existed. I am going to try to be as
reasonable about my feelings as possible as i realize its not my business, even
though it is my life, and hope that maybe you can understand...
As much as i realize it's all opinion of yours and that is fine with me,
thats who you are and thats great, some of the things you said about me are a little
too personal for the world to see. for one, it seems to be mostly lies, and i really
dont want to be mean about it at all, for fear you will just rip on me more and becuase
its not something worth being mean or upset about. i know that you have had your share
of ripping on me, and getting all the anger out of me that you ever wanted to, and for
that i have sort of been made a more aware person, i know not to ever have anything to
do with anyone that reminds me of you even remotely ( and that's my personal opinion..)
but in the end, im glad you got so much out of our relationship. im glad i made you laugh
so many times and that you have nice mean things to tell your friends and the entire world
about me. so on to my next point. i dont really care about the lies and mean things you
wrote about me, but i dont really want that stuff about my health issue on your web page,
doug, thats something i dont tell ANYONE, and you have it for the world to see...so i dont
know if you can at all see where im coming from? i dont care if you are bitter about whatever
it is that i must have been like or even if you hated me the whole while we dated. I guess im
not sure what i have done to you to make you hate me so much that would write something so
personal to me on a webpage that my friends look at, and maybe i deserve it. but the bottom
line is, write as many bad things about me as you want, but please take my health issues off.
im sorry if i aggrivated you, and im glad if you got a good laugh out of this. my major problem
is deciding how to approach you about this without you being yourself about it. so im sorry,
but i would really appreciate you editing that. thanks.
Amy
My thoughts
I was thinking of being "tough", and just leaving everything here. But after a little thinking, and remembering
her threats, I guess I'll just take it off. If you are really that curious, send me an email and I'll tell you the
story to make sure that you aren't someone who wants to use it against her. Which I'm sure is all that she is
afraid of. See, Amy has typical small town thinking. Goes off to college and still thinks that the world revolves
around here. All full of spunk and energy to "change the world", never realizing that she came from no
where and unless she goes through some serious personality change, will never be any better than a hairdresser's daughter.
I'm not trying to sound bitter, it just pisses me off with all these little insignificant people think they are the most important
person in everybody's life, and all that matter's is how they feel about everything. I godamn hate it the worst when
i have to censure myself. Goddamnit people. Seriously, one reject always ruins it for someone else. They'll complain about people
being close minded, when they are the epitome of inbreed rednecks who are never going to go anywhere but Wisconsin without a major
change in thier pysche. And to all you jackasses who email me trying to protect the little innocent women who can't
fend for themselves, you are the reason people are like that. If I ever need a reason of why I should never
go to Wisconsin again, these people are it.
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A brief history
I met Amy a long time ago. She actually used to be a babysitter for my kid sister,
but I really didn't remember that too well. I've known her longer than I've known any girl.
I remember coming home to hang out with my current girlfriend, and then Amy would be there
babysitting, so my girlfriend and I would wonder into my room to do what high school aged
romances lead to, and Amy would be out in the living room, babysitting. Damned funny.
Anyhow, one time I had to bring Amy home, and I drove her into her yard, when she saw her current
boyfriend and some pal of her making out in her yard, or something like that. I don't remember it
at all, but she brought up the story on a few occasions, so I figured I'd add it. She ran out of the
car crying, and I took off not really concerning myself with anything.
Amy was younger than I was, so I never really thought anything of her too much except anything as a
young little girl. She's known me through two serious girlfriends, and many brief relationships as well.
I think I got to know her well, when I was getting to know another girl well. I talked to Amy frequently
about this other girl, as they seemed to be pals. That's sort of how I got to know her. She was a
big music fan, so we played guitar together. Stuff like that.
I remember going to her friends place (my current ladyfriend) with a few of my pals, and she was there, just
drunk off her ass. So my pal Alex wanted to go to Taco Bell. Amy wanted to go, and it was pretty
obvious that my friend had intentions of making moves with this impressionable little girl. At this
point I never really thought of Amy as anything other than just a little girl, but I still played the
"protective boy" card. And told my pal to keep his hands off. Amy seemed to like that.
I've known Amy longer as a pal than anything romantic, so it was hard to think of her as anything but that,
regardless of what she pushed me to do.
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A Few Stories
Eventually, through Amy's dirty talking to me, I gave in. I was young and impressionable as
well, and what this girl was saying, was hard to keep trying to run away from. That, and she was
a pretty good pal.
I could get into a whole bunch of incredibly interesting stories here, stuff that could put
me into jail, or make you want to get out a silk rag, but it "never happened". That is how
I'm going to describe the rest of our "relationship". It never happened. I was just a fast moving
blur, that it's hard to even remember her in in my life. Even though she's been such a huge part of it.
I was in college at the time. I've never been within 50 miles of Amy for more than 3 months. So i
don't even know how to label it. She probably wouldn't even have ever recieved a "girlfriend" title, if
it hadn't been for her mom, and Amy's inability to keep secrets. Amy's mom knew everything that
ever happened with the two of us. Whether from her mom's clever way of tricking Amy, or Amy just wanting
to tell her for whatever reason.
Amy is about as Catholic as can be, and if you know me, you know I love that. Obviously, I'm not
religious, but I love talking about religion. Number one favorite topic. I always like to get a
little bit of a rise out of people. Get them fired up so we can have some good conversation, and
i don't think Amy was ever very low key with me. I knew her very well, and I always knew what to say,
or what to do, to get a desired response. Sort of took the excitement out of everything.
Man, the stories I want to tell, it's just that I don't ever want to face someone, or even acknowledge
that someone knows things that I'm about to say, or things that I'm even thinking about saying. I'll
try and give a little "R" rated version. Believe me, it could be much more graphic.
Probably the worst story, and I don't even know what compels me to tell it. Amy was sick for
a while once. Really sick. And ... I'll just leave out the rest of this story...
I helped her dad put a roof on her garage once. It was so damned hot, and we quit about half way through the
day. Then we started drinking. I was matching this guy beer for beer pretty good. And we were hammered.
I was big time wasted. Amy informed me that I was matching an alcoholic. It was probably the most amount of
beer that I had ever drank. I was dehydrated, and I hadn't eated all day. I passed out on their couch
around 530 pm, so about 3 hours of steady drinking. The stack of beer bottles was absolutely amazing.
Amy was working at the time, and her mom went to were she was working, and said, "i have some bad news,
Doug is drinking with your father". So Amy knew there was little hope for me. She must have gotten home around
1030 pm or so, and then she woke me up. Terrible thing to do. I took one look at her, then I ran to the
bathroom to get rid of some of the beer I had been drinking. I didn't make it. I went back to sleep
then, Amy had to clean my mess... "there was blood in that Doug" was her comment. After cleaning it, she
went out to a party, leaving me on the couch. Great pal
The day before I left for school my sophomore year, I got myself drunk by myself at my mom's
place. All my friends had left already. So while I was packing stuff up, I just drank a ton. Amy
walked over to my place at 4 in the morning, at this point, she was just my pal. She tried to take
advantage of me that night, but I was much too drunk to do anything except talk about flying elephants.
Amy was always doing stuff like that. Her parents kept a pretty good leash on her. Esp. when the starting to
suspect the affections she was having for me. But she would sneak out all the time to get into all sorts
of trouble with my friends and myself.
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The Good Stuff
Amy was very religious. Probably my favorite thing about her.
She was pretty fun to hang out with
is that it?
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Life as we know it...why things go as they do...
Obviously, I don't know Amy anymore. I tried talking to her after we stopped hanging out,
but I was total jerk all the time. Fun for me, but no one else. She does her
whole talking about everything and just the dumbest stuff. Stuff that I could tolerate
when I was seeing her once in a while. To me, when you don't see a person on a regular
basis, there isn't a whole lot of use to talking to them. So I made it fun for me, start
arguments, because that's about the only exciting conversation you can get out of some girls.
Amy was a lot of fun, and we had a lot of good times. She's really small town minded. I mean, that
could have changed by now, but c'mon. I really don't care about a lot of the shit she has to talk
about. She's really good at books and learning stuff, but she's not very good at applying what
she has learned so far in life to the everyday world. So I label her as not very intelligent, even
though she is. Do you understand that. She just does the dumbest shit sometimes, you wouldn't believe it.
So I have a short patience with her. I'm not saying that I'm perfect or anything, as anyone that
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