January 4, 2001

It was the beginning of what was about to become one of the most miserable years of my life. It followed one of the greatest.

After a lull in communications between Halloween and Christmas time, the pursuit of the most wonderful girl I’d known to date would come to it’s gripping conclusion. It was really strange how the entire awesome year of 2000 was to culminate in this one very instance.

It was a fine, cold, snowy winter’s night. The location was set, it was a sort-of-regular place for myself on Thursday’s back then. I had no problems getting there. I had no problems getting in. Either did she. She looked as great as always. We mixed, we mingled, we danced a lot. I could really bust a move, the other ladies liked it. But I wasn’t there for them. I was there for her. I was there as my last ditch effort to move this thing forward.

Then it happened.  She pulled a move that effectively told me to get out. When I left her sight to go buy us more drinks and she literally went up to another guy and just went straight to flirt town. I may have over reacted at this point, but the events that had lead up to this day were just far too much for any sane person to handle anymore. After the attention she was given, I at least deserved just one night. She couldn’t do it. I took that sign and got out.

I walked out. I put on my coat and I walked out of the bar with my drink and nobody stopped me. I’d like to think I was fuming mad at this point, but if you know me, fuming isn’t something I do. I walked the long way home, 2 hours in the cold and snow. But it really didn’t matter. I finished my drink somewhere along the way and thought about everything. Everything that had transpired in the past and I finally gave up. I had nothing more to do with this and I would have nothing more to do with her.

I didn’t hear from or see her for another four and a half years from that day. I saw her on July 16th, 2005 for one last time. She asked me how I was. I said she looked fantastic. I then wandered away with a bunch of balloons in my hand releasing them into the late night star-lit sky one by one.

This is the end of a long, horrible story about true events that I started writing 3 years ago. You can read the previous parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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