Heheh,..great thread. I've got 3 stories like this.
When I was 15 or 16 I was in total love (teenage lust) with this girl named Sarah. I did everything in the AFC handbook to get with this girl - played friend after a LJBF rejection, wrote to her, called her all the friggin' time, etc. I got "I'm not ready for a relationship now" jive right before she got the hot monkey sex from my best friend Derek. He was the Bad Boy and she couldn't get enough of him even after he'd dumped her, and I of course played right along. Flash forward to when I was 22. I had gotten my sh!t together, I was in the gym religiously, I played in a very popular band in the area and I was walking through the outdoor halls of the college I was at when I hear some girl's voice say "Rollo, hey!" I sh!t you not I looked around and I looked right past her at first wondering who was calling for me. Then she says, "Hey it's me Sarah." I look down, and sitting on this bench is this 300+lbs land monster with the barely recognizable face of this girl I'd obessed over about 6 years earlier. I was floored. Apparently she'd gone through rehab for cocaine and ballooned after it because she replaced the drug with food. For the first time in my life I was speechless.
My second story was about this one girl Brigette who I also had a major AFC crush on in high school and I lacked even the confidence to really approach. Again, flash forward to about 22 and I pull this exact same girl in a club (who actually still looked pretty good), only now I can't keep her off of me. I ended up turning her into a fantastic booty call. This girl would literally knock on my window and climb in through it to fukk me in the morning before I left for work. However, it got to the point where I dumped her, A.) because she insisted on never taking birthcontrol and I had a close call with her and B.) I was tapping 4 or 5 other girls at the time that I thought were better plates to spin (even though I didn't know what plate theory was then).
Lastly and most recently, I had my first girlfriend look me up online. This was the girl I first had sex with at 17 and I ended up moving to the college town she was enrolling into so I could keep fukking her. I basically altered the course of my life for 2 years to accommodate her life decisions, only to have her cheat on me and break up with me after I'd moved. She was my first so naturally I assumed she was the ONE and the better I "supported" her the more she'd appreciate me (i.e. fukk me), so I took it pretty hard. I had still tapped her once or twice after all this, but she dropped off my world almost 20 years ago, until last year. I get this email from her and I guess she'd looked me up after hearing about this reunion gathering from an old church (non-traditional) we'd gone to. I checked out pictures of her on a vanity site she has (not MySpace), and I can't say time has been kind to her. At 37 she looks about 50, makes about $32K tutoring kids how to read (after that terrific degree I moved to 'help' her get), she's "married" to another woman (an open marriage so to speak). It was kind of an eerie feeling just barely being able to make out the girl I'd known at 17, now at 37.
In all of these situation, but particularly this one (after 20 years), it's hard not to feel more than a little self-satisfied and think karma's a b!tch, but I wonder how many women I'd gotten burned by who are doing better now after the years. I'd also like to think that men tend to do better with age, but I know this isn't always the case. I know I've done well for myself - I'm in peak condition, I have a beautiful wife of 10 years, a perfect daughter of 8, I pull nearly 6 figures in a fairly glamourous line of work, I travel a lot aand I'm college educated. Though I'm aware that living well is the best revenge, I think that living well in order to exact that revenge is misguided and AFC. Thing's like this will happen regardless so long as you put the emphasis on your own betterment.