On Relationships

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Today I walking down street when I see coming other direction an old ex-girlfriend, I think her name Becca. Becca seem to have done quite well for herself, having nice clothes and more important very nice boyfriend. This initially make me rather jealous, because I think maybe I no longer adequate as a man. Maybe I no longer able to attract females at breakneck pace of old days, maybe it time to hang up hat. This thinking make me take pause because I shocked at my own reaction to situation. I realize I getting old and more docile in later years of 23. Soon I be old man and no longer hunt or chase women, I only sit around house and paint. My father die when he was ripe old age of 33, and I determined to not go out any sooner than that old rotten pile of sour cream. At this point Becca is solid quarter mile down block, so I turn around and chase. At first she not notice and then she see me and smile and wave. Her boyfriend also see me but he see look on my face and tries to take a karate stance like in movies. This make me laugh because karate do not work against club. Club makes nice handshake with new boyfriend, they exchange business cards and pleasantries. He lying on ground asking club for cell phone number and I grab Becca but she has look on her face like she know this coming. She have look on face like she feel sad for me. This make me even madder because woman have outsmarted me again, and me feel ashamed because my behavior so easily predictable. I hang my head and grab club and kick boyfriend and walk further down street alone. I get nice cafe mochachino to help soul feel better, but it not work so I smash car. Car is owner's car so I smash owner. I feel little bit better at end of day, but apartment still one bedroom apartment and bed still twin bed, only room for one.