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> Been with a girl for a year and a half.
> Nearly Valentine's Day.
> Get her a nice box filled with bonbons, a bouquet of roses and the purse of 120 euros that she REALLY wanted.
> And a ring, depending on how the night works out.
> Get dressed, she and I agreed on an old fashioned styling with suits on and 1950's stuff.
> Kept secret that I bought and repaired a nice Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz (Black metallic outside, sex red inside.)
> Decide fuck it, let's go early, maybe I can get some tail first.
> Drive to her home with everything done, everything good.
> Thinking that it will be the best day ever.
> Stop at her home, noticing a Mercedes S-Class pulled over at her home.
> The only one I know that has a Mercedes is a giant douchebag with a rich father.
> I look through the window. See her making out with him.
> Knock on the door.
> She opens.
> "Oh, you're early" with a loud tone.
> "Yeah. Now what is Douche doing here?"
> She looks at me, goes inside.
> Follow her in, look Douche dead in the eye.
> "Anon... It is clear that she likes me more."
> "How long?" I asked.
> She looks at me "Couple of months."
> I feel dead inside.
> "Listen Anon, we never meant to -"
> Cut her off "Well, you and Douche may rot in Hell." Take ring out of pocket, show it to her.
> Throw it in the fireplace.
> "Fucking cunts."
> Leave.
> Home, sitting on FJ while having some Sonata Arctica on, feeling fucked up. Haven't cried. Been like stone.
> Tonight I dance alone comes up.
> Cry like a little bitch.