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Unfaithful Girl

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This is brief entry. Following my alienation by my last girlfriend, I hooked up with the girl I cheated on her with. (interesting side note: the one who put us back in contact? The same girl who threw the party we met at, and later ratted me out to my girlfriend)

This “relationship,” if you could call it that. Didn’t last long. We didn’t actually get along very well. On the plus side, I seemed to have finally learned my lesson and never told her I loved her.

We fooled around a bit, but never had sex. In hindsight, I’m amazed that I even hooked back up with her at all. The only thing we had in common was Outdoor School, which only carries a relationship so far, and I really wasn’t that attracted to her physically.

Now, I’ve always believed that appearances took a strong second to how well you got along with a person, but when you don’t get along very well, and you’re not very attracted to her, there’s not much left, right?

The thing that weirds me out about this now was that she had a lazy eye. I never quite figured out how to react to that. I never really knew which eye to look at, and it was pretty distracting.

After about a month, she dumped my lame ass to pursue one of my buddies from school. Much to my amusement, she failed miserably (he was oblivious).

The Time I Broke Up With A Girl On Our One Year Anniversary

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-or- The Girl Who Made High School Suck

So after I dumped Psycho Alien Chick, I had my hands free to pursue my newer interest. I met her at Outdoor School. We had actually gone to school together for years, but never really spoke. Now, suddenly we got along really well and I asked her out. I remember the day I asked her out, a bunch of idiots were running around the school with raw eggs, breaking them over their friends heads. Why eggs? We had to carry eggs for a week in Health class in the hope that we would anthropomorphize this egg into a human baby. Obviously, looking at the egg on the floor, this failed.

Anyway, she said yes, and we embarked on a relationship that was only slightly healthier than my last one. Granted, this girl wasn’t completely freaking insane, but the relationship just wasn’t that much better. We almost immediately proclaimed our love for one another (I still hadn’t learned my lesson). We never had sex. We fooled around a lot, and it wasn’t until after this relationship ended that it dawned on me that everything we did was very one-sided. I won’t gross you guys out with details (there are other websites for that), but I was giving a LOT more than I was receiving.

This relationship went on forever. To all of our friends, who were having 1 or 2 month long relationships, we were the perma-couple, outlasted by only one other couple in our group. Everyone said we were great together, and I think we believed it.

We had rough spots, and good spots. I think the good spots outweighed the rough spots. I don’t look back on the relationship as bad, just the way it ended. We were faithful to each other, although I do remember both of us getting mad at the other once or twice when we confessed that we liked someone else. We never did anything about it, just admitted that we liked this person. We both flirted with other people a lot, and that seemed to be fine, for the most part.

Halloween. Just before our one-year-anniversary. We both went to a party a mutual friend was throwing. A ways into the party, she breaks down on the couch and starts crying. I can’t get her to tell me what’s wrong, and she finally decides to go home. I stayed at the party. Awhile later, I met a girl. She was also from outdoor school, and we started swapping camp stories. It was great. We were flirting and really really really hitting it off. As the party wound down, most people went home, and everyone who remained behind was a couple. There was a couple sleeping on one couch, another on a different couch, and two on the floor, including the girl who was throwing the party. Except for maybe some kissing, everyone seemed to go right to sleep.

Everyone except me and the new girl. We were making out like mad. We were both really horny, and it didn’t even occur to me to stop her until she tried to take off my pants. Suddenly I remember my girlfriend and told her I couldn’t. So we just cuddled up together and slept. The next morning was kinda awkward, and I left a little early. On the walk home, I realized I was fucked. I decided (being the brilliant little guy I was) that the only way to survive was to just not tell my girlfriend, and then everything would be fine. My course of action decided, I headed for home, whistling.

30 hours later. I walk into my photography class, which I have with my girlfriend. As I walk in, three heads swivel around and glare at me. Girlfriend, girl who threw the party, and another mutual friend. My girlfriend is crying. The others are comforting her. I open my mouth to speak, and she yells for me to leave. I leave.

Fuck fuck fuck, I remember thinking to myself. I ran into an old buddy of mine, and remember having a very frank discussion with him. “Wow. You’re screwed.” was his reaction.

I ran into my girlfriend in the park awhile later. She had calmed down to the point where she felt up to yelling at me for awhile. I wise up a little and let her. We sat down facing each other under some trees and I explain that all we did was make out. This doesn’t help at all. After a couple hours of yelling and crying, she goes home. I walk home, past a small group of my friends, who all glare at me.

Over the next several days, I quickly discover who is better friends with her than me. Our little group of friends is torn apart which sucked. This had been happening for a little bit, and there was already a splinter group, who I began to each lunch with. These were the friends who still liked me. They didn’t approve of what I did, but they could tolerate my presence. The old group would no longer.

So game over, right? New group of friends, move on with life? Wrong. She and I still have several classes together. In one class, we’re lab partners for the year, with no hope of changing it. It’s only November. 7 months of this left. We share a locker. One friend offers to share his locker with me. I decline, on the logic that she and I have to learn to get along together or we’ll both fail several classes.

The year is hell. She learned to tolerate my presence and we even manage to get work done in our classes, but she hates me still. And so her all of her (formerly our) friends. My new groups quickly adopts me, and a few friends that I wasn’t very close with actually became better friends. But the year still sucked ass.

I even hooked up with the girl from the party, but you’ll see about that in the next entry.

EPILOGUE:
Years later, She and I have gotten to be friends again. We hang out a bit, make out a bit when we’re both single, and talk about stuff. One day she confesses the reason she left the party that night.

She was thinking about cheating on me with one of my best friends.

::HATELIFE, THY NAME IS WOMAN::

Psycho Alien Girl

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Let me tell you about the first one:

I think I was fourteen. I met her when she came to my best-best-friend-across-the-street’s birthday party. They spent the entire night flirting, but I was too dumb to tell. I must have made some kind of impression on her, though, because she wrote me a letter. I wrote her back and found out that she lived in the next city over. A long ways away for a 14 year old. We hit it off, and somehow suckered our parents into driving us back and forth all the time.

She and her family seemed really nice, and I enjoyed spending time with her. After several months, I ended up staying the night at her place, and we had really bad virginal sex. It sucked, but we didn’t’ know any better, so we still tried. Her parents found out we were having sex almost immediately. I forget how, but I think she told them. They were cool with it. I didn’t know at the time how creepy that was. Parents just shouldn’t be into their daughter losing her virginity to some schmuck kid from the next town over at age 14. Anyway, the really weird stuff hadn’t started yet.

She was completely, psychotically into me. She would write me these epic love poems that would rival the Odyssey in complexity and spend hours talking to me on the phone. She thought we were in love, and I didn’t know any better, so I just rolled with it. I seem to remember being aware that I didn’t love her, but not really knowing it would be a big deal. Maybe I thought I’d grow into it or something. She was convinced we were going to get married. She knew what kind of furniture we would have. Her parents would make wedding jokes around me.

Then they revealed the alien stuff. This family was convinced that aliens were visiting them every night. My mom’s kinda into new age stuff, but this was a whole new level of strange for my young mind to understand. I must have looked really confused, because she tried to reassure me. “Oh don’t worry. They won’t come for you. You’re a Normie.” (short for “normal”, I assume).

The really strange thing is I don’t remember being that upset by this at the time. Despite the fact that my girlfriend of nearly a year was completely freaking insane, I was still okay with it. She told me that she had been impregnated by the aliens several times, but that the aliens took the fetus each time. The whole family went to group hypnosis sessions together.

Just before our one-year anniversary, she revealed to me that she had made out with another guy in her class (I still remember his name… it was Spanish). She said that it was really good, and she was kinda confused by it, but that she still wanted to go out with me. We tried to stay together for awhile, but when she did it again, that was too much, and I broke up with her.

Then the obsessive phone calls started. She would call every night and cry. I remember sitting on the phone and telling her that it wasn’t her fault (wrong) and that it was all about me. I was a bad person, and she was a good person, and I was terribly sorry (I wasn’t). I had the feeling that if she had a car, she would have stalked me. Over the next several months, the calls tapered off, and eventually she stopped calling altogether. She probably hooked up with Spanish boy and started freaking him out.

Well, now that I think about it, that wasn’t the only reason I broke up with her. I was starting to get really into another girl who actually went to my school (the idea of a local relationship was very appealing). After we broke up, I started dating the new girl. I’ll tell you about her later.