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Senior Don Juan
About 4 nights ago I was feeling good about myself and the present moment so I decided to talk to this girl who works next door (we have talked before but not for a while). Instead of going through her line, I went to this other girl. So then the girl I wanted to talk to was busy and I left. Before I left the parking lot though, I decided to leave a note on her car with a simple "HI!-the intriguing guy from next door". So anyway, I was in a care-free state of mind and didn't care what happened. Well, two nights ago, I went to her line and she said,"Hi". I said,"Hi" then,"Did you get the message?" She asked,"What are you talking about?"...Like the note fell off and she never got it. She was smiling really big and made it a point to say this older girl (24 or 25)...."Did you hear what he just said? He put a note on my car". I said,"Well, I just said Hello. It's not a big deal." Anyway, I could tell she was getting a rise out of it all and thought I was a dork probably even though she was kind of nice before and would actually initiate talks with me. So as I was leaving, I looked back at her and she was laughing and joking...and I know it had to be about me. I was so repulsed. Her ego had become so big that she wasn't cute anymore. I left one last note before I left,"ok. sorry to have bothered/repulsed you. really, I was just trying to be nice but I guess that was my mistake (drawing of a smiley face). Have a great night!" I feel like I'm the better person in the situation anyway. It is absurd that she even has the liberty to laugh at me and it is absurd that it is I, not her, who will be lonely. Oh well, death will be consolation enough. After all, it appears that I am just a hideous, uninteresting mongoloid and she is a perfectly symmetrical genius. The thought builds nausea the longer it is dwelled upon.
ORDINARILY, I would not leave notes or any of that wimpy grade school bs...but I had higher expectations for some reason and didn't assume any ridicule would come of it. Why are they such egomaniacs? It was like I was supposed to feel stupid for even conceiving the notion that I could talk to her. .....There are never enough bad things to say. How does this happen so consistently? (The whole thing is laughable and it's her loss but I feel like sh!t)
ORDINARILY, I would not leave notes or any of that wimpy grade school bs...but I had higher expectations for some reason and didn't assume any ridicule would come of it. Why are they such egomaniacs? It was like I was supposed to feel stupid for even conceiving the notion that I could talk to her. .....There are never enough bad things to say. How does this happen so consistently? (The whole thing is laughable and it's her loss but I feel like sh!t)

