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She was 23, I was 17. I thought I was in love. She was the first girl I had seriously dated since my frist girlfriend (who had died, which is another heartbreak story). It was February 16th, and I was due to go to Europe for a week on a school trip for a week, so I wanted to give her a big surprise romantic evening.
I had rented a limo for the evening, had on my favourite suit and tie and had a dozen red, red roses, reservations at the best restaurant in town. I had found a beautiful view of the sunset over the lake that was semi-secluded and romantic, candles in the limo, etc. Basically perfect. So I head over to her place because I knew she was getting out of work early. Her car was in the drive, so I went up and knocked. No one answered so I assumed she was in the shower or something and let myself in. I looked around until I came to her bedroom. Walked in, and there she was having sex with a guy I knew. She looked right into my eyes. I threw the flowers on the ground, slammed the door and ran out told the limo driver to forget it and ran home. I went back and drank a handle of vodka through tears and much vomit. Which didn't leave me in the best of positions for my flight the next morning at 7AM.
So I went on the trip, and on the trip was this girl named "Mary" with whom I had always had a semi-flirty relationship. We were friends, but never really available when the other one was though we'd always wanted to date. Well she didn't have a boyfriend, my relationship was just over, I was rebounding and we were in Paris, Florence, Rome and London. I got to the end of a week with her that was finally making me feel better about myself and my life and I asked her if I could take her out when we got back home, and she said, 'Zack, you know how I feel about you, but there's this guy that I've been trying to get with and he asked me out just before we left and I think I'm going to date him.' I was crushed again.
So, I go home. "X" had left me over 100 messages in the week I was gone apologizing, saying it was a one-time thing and that she never meant to hurt me. She did love me, and I actually believe she did, she just had a compulsion for sex which was a god-send to a 17 year old, but ended up hurting us in the end. So I agreed (very foolishly) to hear her out. We met for dinner and she pleaded with me to forgive her and give it a second shot. Faced with someone whom I had loved and trusted for so long I agreed to try again.
One week later while waiting for her to get ready so we could go out to a club I was sitting in her living room. The phone rang, she said "let the machine get it". So I did. A Man's voice came over the phone "Hey, "X", just wondering when I can come over later, after you ditch the loser I mean". I got up, slammed the door and never spoke with her ever again.
PS her name is a Barry Manilow song that I now abhorr
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