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16 years ago
My saga of messing around with an engaged girl has ended. I ended it, she was a bit tore up, she'll be alright. She came to work and tried to explain herself and get me to go back with her. She confessed feelings that she probably shouldn't have if she's getting married. I felt like shit, because I had some of the same feelings. I had to let her go though.
She came by the college the next day in her miniskirt and some fresh scratches on her leg. I saw the scratches and just left. I already let her know how I feel about people cutting themselves. So, I disappeared for several hours. When I turned my phone back on there were 17 missed calls, 6 voicemails, and countless text messages. (my phone will auto delete and mark messages as "duplicate" if it has one that says the same thing in my inbox).
Later that night, she came by my work. She stayed around until I went on break so we could talk. She explained to me about the scratches, that they were just the after effects of giving a cat a bath with no pants on. I'd heard her use the cat lie before. She was able to convince me it was the truth. After a few long talks, we reached an accord. We could remain friends.
After that, she confessed to her fiance. He took it better than I probably would have, their wedding is still on. Though, I believe I may have been fired as their wedding photographer.
She came by the college the next day in her miniskirt and some fresh scratches on her leg. I saw the scratches and just left. I already let her know how I feel about people cutting themselves. So, I disappeared for several hours. When I turned my phone back on there were 17 missed calls, 6 voicemails, and countless text messages. (my phone will auto delete and mark messages as "duplicate" if it has one that says the same thing in my inbox).
Later that night, she came by my work. She stayed around until I went on break so we could talk. She explained to me about the scratches, that they were just the after effects of giving a cat a bath with no pants on. I'd heard her use the cat lie before. She was able to convince me it was the truth. After a few long talks, we reached an accord. We could remain friends.
After that, she confessed to her fiance. He took it better than I probably would have, their wedding is still on. Though, I believe I may have been fired as their wedding photographer.
