The next winner I dated broke up with me when I tried to hold his hand. We dated for a whole 2 weeks or less. A few years later he asked me to a formal dance in highschool. After I said yes, he told me he was gay (explains why he didn't want to hold my hand!). We went together anyway and had a great time. He later turned into a gaytastic man-slut, but I loved him anyway. Senior year in highschool, he was killed in drunk driving accident. He was the drunk driver.
I think the next winner may be the best yet. He stole my first kiss at the trashy movie theater in town. He literally stole it, cause I never showed any interest in kissing him, but he stuck his face on mine anyway when I wasn't paying attention. He charmed me into liking him; yeah, one of those. He bought me a used Train CD for my birthday. A month later he broke up with me over instant messenger because I wouldn't have sex with him. I later found out he was cheating on me with his ex-girlfriend. She was dumpy and fat and she screwed him often. Who wouldn't want that?
I saw him a few months ago working at Blockbuster. He was getting ready to take a smoke break. He never smoked in highschool. He told me that he got kicked out of the Army, but never said why. I didn't ask; I didn't want to know. He said he was living with his parents and really liked working at Blockbuster. After I left the movie store, I cried. I cried because I was sad for how he wasted his life. He was a brilliant dude, not always in the best ways, but brilliant nonetheless. In highschool he used to hack computers, but he could have used his brilliancy to his advantage and make a sucessful career from it. We took highschool biology together, and I studied and got a C+. He drew pictures and made paper airplanes and got an A. He was that kind of smart. And he wasted it. My fiance and I were in the mall the other day making a payment on my wedding band at Zales and we saw him. He opened up one of those cheesy little kiosks that pretends to sell something fantastic. Smokeless cigars. Yep, that is what he invested his life savings into. And he hasn't made a profit from it. Smart one.
The next winner earned the nickname "Urinal" from my brother. He was Russian, and my brother couldn't ever remember his name; Urinal was pretty close. We talked for about 2 years. Unlike any of my previor boyfriends, I thought I loved him (before I knew what love was). He was mysterious and kept me awake long into the night talking on the phone and pondering life and humanity (oh, please). He was super quiet, and everyone in our highschool thought he was weird except the creepy vegan goths that played DS in the library in the mornings. I later found out that he had schizophrenia and anti-social personality disorder. He thought he held the key to destroying and manipulating all of humanity. For real. He never did tell me what the "key" was though. Sometimes I wish I knew so that I could... ahem, do it myself! I obsessed over this dude for about 2 years. I think it was his charming mysteriousness or maybe his pale skin and dark hazel eyes, or maybe the long curly hair. Who knows. He started going to college and double majoring in psychology and biochemistry. I texted him on his birthday a few years ago and recieved a phonecall from his psycho, obsessive, and controlling girlfriend/wife saying that I was a "slutty bitch whore", and that I should never talk to her "fiance" again. We never talked again. He cut all of his hair off and is now midly unattractive (I thought men got better with age?), is unhappily married to the psycho girlfriend, and works at... wait for it, wait for it... Walmart! He greeted my dad the other day, "Welcome to Walmart!" Now that's a winner!
The final winner I dated went to my highschool but we didn't meet there. We met online through a friend and e-mailed each other a whole year before we met in person. He was quiet, creepy, and made me feell good about myself. He had long hair, poor taste in music, and wore those aweful T-shirts with sayings like, "Come to the dark side. We have cookies". All the while we dated, he was secretly in love with a homely girl in his band class. He played the trumpet. A few months after we broke up, I recieved a strange e-mail from a girl asking me if I wanted to do bondage photos. She said someone she knew referred me and thought I might me interested. Apparently my ex was addicted to bondage and thought I might be a good candidate. We never talk anymore, but a few weeks ago, he confessed his love to my best friend. Wowza.
The whole point of this wasn't to bash my ex-boyfriends. We all have quirks and faults. I just wanted to see the path I chose compared to the lives I could have had. Instead of staying with any of those guys, I chose to go to college and throw myself into my future career. Where I live, a lot of kids don't go to college. My brother didn't go to college, and that's okay. You don't have to go to college to be sucessful. You just have to give life all you've got. None of those guys did. I am way better off without any of them. The man I am engaged to is ten thousand steps above all of those guys, and dating them made me realize just how lucky I am. My fiance was the first person in his family to graduate from college (as I will be). He has health insurance, a full time job, and soon we'll have a house, which is way more than any of my ex's have. He takes care of me, listens to me, and makes me laugh. We have a great time together. And he's put up with me all through nursing school (bless his heart!). He's a keeper. And I am so darn lucky.
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