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Dear Breakup Girl,
I have had a crush on this particular girl for a while now. She and I seem
very compatible with our similar personalities. Secondly, she's downright
beautiful. Both of those put her way out of my league or at least I thought...
Our school had a eduactional trip to our state's capital for some kind of
business conference. She wanted to sit with me on the bus ride there. I didn't
think much of it, I just thought she was being nice. But, late into the trip,
the heater on the bus broke and I offered to share my coat with her, using it
as a blanket. She agreed, and for another 10 miles or so, she was cuddled
against me for a while, and then with no provocation from me, she slides her
hand down my leg and rests it above my knee. I'm thinking, "What the
heck?" So I slowly put my hand atop hers and she doesn't move away. We
stayed pretty much like that through the first day, being affectionate all the
time, and at one point she was running her foot up and down my leg. So I knew
she had to like me, and just wasn't playing around.
Day two, I find out a horrible thing... she has a boyfriend back home. I was
nervous all day, and she must have been reminded by one of her friends that saw
us flirting that she still had a man back home, because she started distancing
herself from me from then on. By the day we were to come home, she was acting
like nothing ever happened. Two days later, (today) I finally have enough nerve
built up to ask her what the whole deal was. And the only answer I get is
"I don't know, it sucks doesn't it?"
How can anybody be so cruel? I told her, tears in my eyes, that I didn't
care if she had 10 boyfriends, because I really liked her, and if there was
ever a time when she didn't have a boyfriend, I would be there. She just fell
silent, and then said, "We can be friends." Sweet Lord, Breakup Girl,
is love dead? I'm just so torn-up now I don't know what to do.
No, sweetie, love is not dead. It's just that that was
not love in the first place. That was Bus Lust.
If the following at all polishes the mean, vindictive
corner of your hurt, I promise you that Miss Blanket Excuse probably doesn't
feel much better about herself than you do. I know she's cavalier on the
outside, but I betcha she feels like a Bad Girlfriend and also a Mean Person
for putting tears in your eyes. And it's probably not the first time she's felt
So Genji, if there is ever a time when she doesn't
have a boyfriend -- which may, in fact, be soon -- I want you to hang out and
wait for the next bus. Okay?
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