In this case, it was simply because I’d dated the same girl three times that I chose the title for this section. A girl who’d later grow up to be one of the most disgusting things to crawl through the halls of Barker High, I had before she was so repulsive. Chelsie. We first dated in Middle school, 6th grade. She was fairly cool, very relaxed, and showed general interest in me. The more I look back on these experiences, the more it seems that all it takes for me to have an initial interest in somebody is a body-temperature somewhere in the mid-90’s.
We had almost nothing in common. She had a sister, at the time I was an only child. She was a whore, I most certainly was not. Our first time dating was not that long, nor was it that awesome. We’d go through our normal lives, doing everything we did before we were dating; only now we had a label. Turns out she started cheating on me, and eventually, after threats of her friends saying they’d tell me if she didn’t, she broke up with me. Two weeks later, the guy she was with didn’t work out for her, so she came crawling back to me. I, being the nice guy I am, gave her another chance. This time, the relationship lasted less time than the previous, ending with me being in a constant state of paranoia about her ability to cheat on me.
The third time took place in High school, 10th grade. It… sucked, but I was lonely, and she was available. She was incredibly repulsive at this point; her breath smelled, she hardly shaved, and she was incredibly unintelligent. It couldn’t work, because after about a day, I learned that loneliness is no excuse to let go of your ideals and self-pride.
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