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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Torm" data-source="post: 1940335" data-attributes="member: 12706">Boy, Queen Dopplepopolis asks some good ones, no?  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> My worst date requires a bit of set up to understand, because out of context it sounds only mediocre:I used to live in Missouri when I was a freshman in high school, and I was completely in love with a girl there, Jessica (not her real name). When my mom and dad split, I came to South Carolina with my mom, but before I did, I proposed to Jessica, and she was supposed to be making arrangements and was going to come live with us. (My mom and her mom had been talking - her mom was willing to let her go, because she was married to Jessica's abusive step-father, and things were getting bad.) I knew Jessica was mostly agreeing to this to get away, but I was in love, and fine with that.The one week that I had thought I'd be waiting turned into a month, then turned into that she had found out she could move in with her sister, nearby, instead, and that "it would really be better if we waited until we were both out of school to get married." Okay, I was upset, but it was logical, so I could accept that. First opportunity I got, though, which was the beginning of the next summer after my sophomore year, I went up to spend a week with her.Well, school still wasn't out for her (bad planning and overeagerness on my part), and she had an evening job working at Dairy Hut (not their real name  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /> ). So I was there staying at a hotel room alone (things weren't good between dad and I at this point) for about three days before she was able to actually come around. (I saw a LOT of movies - pretty much everything that came out that summer.)The date: She came and picked me up from the hotel, and we went to the mall to kick around a little bit while waiting to see "City Slickers" starring William Quartz (not his real name  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> ). We sat in the food court and talked about everything but us. Went and saw the movie. Then, she "had to be home early", so we skipped dinner and she took me back to the hotel, and left me with promises that, if nothing else, she'd see me off at the airport, but everything was keeping her very busy.Another day passed, and I got a phone call from Lisa (not her real name, either), a mutual friend - Jessica had told her I was in town, and she wanted to come hang out for a little bit, and eat with me. She had some things to talk to me about....I knew there was bad news coming, and figured it was about Jessica and me, so I was an emotional trainwreck - relieved, angry, sad, all over the danged place - when she told me one of my best friends and FBLA buddies had been killed not too long before in an automobile crash.We talked about that for a while, and then the subject moved on, and then she told me she had something else I wasn't going to want to hear - Jessica was seeing some guy named Brad (his real name - if you know who he is, feel free to do whatever you want  <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /> ), and she thought it was serious. Dinner was over. She took me back to the hotel, asked if I would be okay, and left.A couple of more days went by - a ton more movies - and then I took the cab to the airport. No Jessica. I made the call, and got her machine. I told her I loved her, and goodbye. Then I called Brad (Lisa had given me the number). I actually got hold of him, and I told him that if he ever hurt her, I would know, and he would regret it. He said he understood - much more maturely than I was, to be honest, hoping for.And then I flew home.</blockquote>

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