I like to think that I take a little something away from every hoodrat I date. But this one took something from me. It's one of those lessons you continually try to learn in life and swear that there won't be a next time.

She was a nice girl in the beginning. They all are. It's only a matter of time before you find out their real self. Our courtshit started off so innocently before ultimately ending with a more aggressive than passive series of text messages.

Our story starts like all good stories, we had met on the interwebs. We saw a movie for our "do you match your profile picture" first outing. It probably wasn't the best sign that I was thinking about the girl I was meeting the next night while I was at the cinema. Thankfully for me, telepathy isn't as widespread as iPhone 5 rumors. After a dance lesson in the park--not a euphemism--we parted ways.
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