THE DIRTY ARMY: “YOUR HOST TIMOTHY FROM ELECTROBOX ON SEATTLE’S HOTTEST C89.5 FM” still getting’ away with it. This is Timothy, though I know him as Tim Green. You may know him from local notoriety hosting C89.5′s “Electrobox,” or perhaps, teaching you English at the University of Washington. I’ve been dating Tim for the past four years (albeit on-again-aff-again.) Few signs were present of his cheating and lying and living a double-life. Now I know why: This scumbag has a thing for intellectualizing EVERYTHING – including his abhorrent behavior as a womanizing, lying, cheating, leeching assfck. Get this: for starters, he lives at his parent’s home. For a guy, 33 years old, still in college working on his PhD, I figure, OK, this is not unacceptable in Seattle considering the cost of living and his circumstances. He also assures me that his parents fully enjoy him being there; “hanging out” with them, watching the place for them while they’re away, financially advising them- all things Tim was more than happy to oblige his folks with. When I approached Timothy in 2008, it was via the radio station and myspace. I don’t have a habit of contacting radio personalities in interest of meeting or dating, and I’m not sure why I felt compelled to contact this former Nathan Hale High School student doing his Friday night Electrobox show. Frankly, I wish I had never entertained or actualized the idea of meeting him, but I did, and he hurt me, so, here we are. I’m doing this because, I believe I am not the first, nor will I be the last. I want to put out a Public Service Announcement to warm others who may fall victim to his “serial monogamy”, also known as lying and cheating. Perhaps a month went by dating Tim, when a woman left a message on my voice mail. The voice said: “Hello, this is Timothy’s girlfriend. Please tell him to call me as soon as possible. Thank you.” When confronting him about the message, he assures me that “It’s just one of his friends playing a cruel joke. [He] don’t know why she’s doing that, and [he] swears it won’t happen again.” With reluctance, I let it go. With him living at home, not having a car, working so hard on his PhD, I cut him some slack, and didn’t ask any more questions. We began our journey as a couple, or so I thought. In four years, plenty has happened. To truncate the tale a bit, I’ll stick to the important details. Tim continues to live at home with ma and pa, he is still live on Friday nights doing his Electrobox show, and still teaching English at the UW. I am in a new apartment, I’m thinner, and I’m still really dumb for having believed this douche bag’s lies. There had been a tradition of touch-and-go type behavior with Tim all along. This distance was at the heart of most our troubles, I thought, and was due in large part to his busy schedule. I am patient, however, and I don’t require all of your time, just the part that counts, and in concern of quality. I came to accept his emotional freak-outs as “par-for-course”, and though it frustrated me, I accepted his increasingly frequent bouts of absenteeism. He would literally send me angry, emo emails begging me to give him space after I had two, three, or even a week of no contact with him. His explanation usually: stress, busy schedule, fatigue. All reasonable complaints, are they not? Yes, as I said, I am now realizing my naivety. Spare me your harsh judgments- I was in love, and clearly blind to his ugliness.
Now, for the icing on this shit cake: [click here for the icing on the cake]
The amount of photoshop he uses should tell you something.- nik