There was a girl who I tried to start a relationship with for a good two or three years. I went slow, built a foundation, was someone she confided in while she was experiencing some career woes. We never could get into full on dating because I was two states away at school.
When I finally finish school and return home, I was filled with hope that finally I could take things to the next level, or rather, the first level, actually dating. I had a good job, and it was all coming together.
We met up for lunch and then she breaks the news she's dating someone...she met a month before...on a blind date. Years building a foundation of trust and respect as well as some genuine chemistry (I sensed, at least) and all undone by some guy who just got lucky and met her once. And if you could've seen this guy's photo. I did, and he reeked of douchebag...snide poseur look, half unbuttoned shirt.
The b***h went for the guy who was all flash and style, and ditched the guy with substance.
For a while I fantasized about tracking the guy down and beating him with a bat, to "destroy something beautiful" as was said in Fight Club. Eventually though I realized the whore wasn't worth it, and I could do better. I realized that she was going nowhere, working for the government, bound to get fat and have ugly kids, and with my work as a filmmaker, I was on a course to do better things than she could ever dream of doing in her life.
Once I did that, I didn't care about her any more, whether she lived or died. If I ever bump into her, or she into me, I plan on saying, "Sorry I don't remember you. What's your name again?"