Crosspost from MeFi There was this time in Canada when I fell in love with a Hungarian girl.→[More:]She was the receptionist at the insurance restoration company that I was a labourer/project manager for. She had natural red hair, and perfectly formed tits, and she was young and beautiful. She would laugh at anything, and she flirted at the drop of a hat, and I was too young to see these things as red flags.

I was also too young to understand that her abusive biker boyfriend was a part of her pathology, and that no matter how much her mother loved me and my knowledge of Hungarian cuisine, her heart was Romek's to grind beneath his leather boots.

I had to go and install emergency security one morning at her house. She didn't show up for work because Romek had argued with her, and beaten her door down, so she didn't have the ability to lock up her house and leave.

So I show up, with my plywood and drillgun, to secure her door and bring her to work.

She's frantic, and Romek is constantly calling her while I am there doing my work. Eventually she gets me on the phone with him. "What's your problem, man?" I ask him.

"I am coming over, right now," is his response. We fuck off tout de suite, and I drive her to work.

Never did get into her pants, although the account manager did - he had a regular coke hookup.

Good guys finish last.