Blindness
By Charlie
Charlie has been blindfolded to the truth about females...
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Let me first out say, that I like girls way too much. It is my curse, as
well as my blindfold. I can't tell if a girl is evil, even if I’ve known her
for four years, and even if she is my best friend. Let us begin.
In 7th grade, my best friend at the time had been going out with this
girl I barely knew named Catherine. I double dated with them a few times and I
got to know her a little better. We soon became best friends and were
inseparable. Her and my ex-best friend broke up, and I hung out with her instead
of him. We did everything together, and went everywhere together and she would
occasionally go out with these assholes that treated her like shit, and I would
sit and talk with her and she would cry on my shoulder. By then I realized
that I was attracted to her, and I thought that maybe I could change her
streak of loser boyfriends. We would talk about what it would be like to go
out and I thought maybe she was trying to tell me something when she told me
that I would make the “perfect boyfriend”. So I asked her out
thinking that something may come of it, but she told me she was not ready for a
boyfriend at the time, and that I was too good for her.
So the next day she asked me to come over to hang out, and I brought my
other best friend Brad who I told all my problems to with me. We all hung out
and I didn’t think that they hit it off or anything but later that night online
she told me that she thought Brad was really hot and that she wanted to go
out with him. This pissed me off so much, that I called him up and told him
that she wanted to go out with him. Well guess what, he told me that he might
wanna go out with her too, and they started going out the next week. What a
lying ass. She told me she wasn't ready for a boyfriend, and me like the blind
fool that I am believed her. They soon broke up and I am currently talking to
neither of them.
Moral of the story is: even the people you most trust can be phony
as hell. I mean I thought I knew these people, and I thought she was sincere
about me being to good for her, but I wasn’t good enough. She wanted the
most expensive, nice looking pog instead of the soggy worn out stupid
looking reliable one. (Refer to More Trouble than they Are Worth? - by “Patrick Bateman”)
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