
Originally Posted by
TigPlaze
This is wisdom. Thank you. I remember when I was an exchange student working in a hotel in Germany to improve my German. One day, this gorgeous woman walked in and turned every guy's head. I got that big hormonal rush that every one of you guys know, that feeling of ecstasy. I had to have her! Turns out, I was actually able to date her. I was quite good looking myself, and being from America, speaking German with an accent, was to my advantage. Turns out she had had a lot of dudes after her, and had rejected them all since her breakup 6 months ago, but somehow I was the one who was able to keep her interest. Whenever I was out with her, I would get looks of resentment from German dudes who were no doubt thinking, "WTF, why is she with that foreigner and not with me?"
Fast forward to about a year later. I had been with her all that time, but returning to the USA to finish up my year of school trashed our relationship. I knew for certain that I could wait a year to be back with her, and I naively thought she would do the same. She ended up cheating on me with the latest dude to impress her, and she refused to take any responsibility for the cheating. It had taken me FOREVER through awful dates and suffering to finally get a girlfriend, so I wanted to keep her no matter what. I was going to finish my studies and then go back to her, marry her in Germany, and live there the rest of my life. But all it took was one flashy, handsome dude to catch her fancy and destroy it all.
And it destroyed me. I couldn't function. When I graduated college, I couldn't concentrate on building a career. My parents thought I was nuts because I wouldn't apply for good jobs. I was totally broken. It took years go recover. So all those German dudes who were resentful toward me for getting the hot girl were the lucky ones. They didn't get their lives destroyed, at least not by this woman.
I guess the saying is true. No matter how hot a woman is, there's some guy who's fed up with her bullshit.
Epilogue: The dude whom she cheated on me with, she ended up marrying, and he turned out to be a violent thug who beat the crap out of her. She ended up regretting dumping me. At one point I had thought news like that would make me happy and would make everything better, but it really didn't. All it did was make me sick to my stomach.