Karma is a Bitch

Your name was Natalie B, and I met you in a school in 1979 in Tampa. Your were a really intelligent person, decent enough looking ( a little chubby, but at 18 that looked great....) and I fell for you really hard. My problem.

You had the worst taste in men I had ever seen up to that point. Always going for the jocks and MMA type clowns. What was it about stupid men with somewhat toned bodies (because NONE of them were that good looking...) that made you so crazy?

After a number of semesters, I became your lab partner and tried to get you to notice me. It hurt watching you get used over and over by assholes. We went out with groups of friends and would start having great conversations, until some lunkhead would come along and pick you up. Two weeks later you'd look like hell as he dumped you after using you for a cumbucket for a while. I wanted to kill them all, and nearly did kill one. The "Baddest" one that you fell for get snappy with me when we lived in the same apartment complex, telling me he wanted to kick my ass...so I chased him down the street in my pickup truck and tried to actually kill him. He never fucked with me again. He stayed away from me even one to one because, while he trained as a "Fighter", he understood I was so angry at him that I would stop at nothing to hurt him.

After school I stayed in touch and finally got you to go out with me. It was a dream come true, and you looked so very good when the night began. I happily introduced you to my circle of friends and they were surprised at how attractive you were. Of course, 30 minutes later a drunk "Urban Cowboy" (that was just getting big..) picked up on you. Wish to hell I hadn't let you drive me to the club. Last time I saw you, you were drunkenly dancing with him as I walked out the door for good.

I almost got hit by a car walking back to my car. Its mirror hit my hand and broke it in a couple of places. I was in screaming pain with no insurance and suffered for months. I never called you again. Then I moved out of the state and lived a dream. I did things nobody else I know ever managed to do. I had sex with countless woman along the way; and always tried to treat them right. I traveled, created, built a business and raged. It has been a roar so far....and you.

I found your number in an old notebook and wondered about you. Just found you on the internet and traced you down. So you never got married did you? Maybe nobody wanted everybody else's cumbucket. You lived with your parents forever, then moved to a condo. Finally you moved back to a dumpy little house on the same street you grew up on. So much for your degree, you are a clerk for some healthcare place. You could have been so much more. A couple of years ago you were tracking down your ancestors, wonder how that went? I am betting you are hugely overweight now. Those sweet curves and baby fat probably grew a lot over the years. I wonder if your house is stuffed with fucking cats. What a shame. I wanted you so bad, to treat with respect and be with.

I'll never take revenge for how you trampled my heart. Life has done so for me, karma truly is a bitch. I wonder if I will ever accidently see you in person again....

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anonymous Revenge November 27, 2013 at 12:00 am 0 0