Megan was neither intelligent nor physically attractive. In fact, I had previously thought that she looked somewhat deformed; she lacked a proper chin and had the slightly droopy eyes of a burnout. She was racist in an ignorant but innocent country girl way, and had a boyfriend who was racist in a mean redneck way. Megan had no problem lying to him constantly as she fooled around behind his back with any guy willing to talk to her. I know I never would have started talking to her at all had I not been really drunk at a friend's party. She sat with me, completely sober, and listened to me ramble on for hours, and then wrote her phone number on my hand before she left. I probably never would have called her had I not just broken up with my girlfriend of almost three years, but some female company sounded nice.
For several weeks, we hung out all the time. She would get off work, go hump her boyfriend and clean up his apartment, and then come see me. I didn't feel guilty about anything I did, because her boyfriend was a Nazi. I was worried he might find out and kick my ass, but she assured me that he would never find out. Sweet girl. It didn't bother me too much that she would give her phone number to guys when she was out with me, or that she fooled around with nearly all of my friends, because she wasn't mine to begin with. I was happy to have a girl to make out with, and I thought she looked hot when she'd wear my jacket, covered in patches and spikes and safety pins. She was my fake punk girl.
"Do you want to go to a punk rock show?" I asked her one day, "The Queers are playing with Screeching Weasel in a couple weeks. It's going to be great."
"I don't know, I'm kind of scared. Do girls go to those things?"
"Yeah, lots of them. It's going to be a lot of fun. The Queers are the best."
"Alright," she said, "I'm in."
I had been having bad luck going to shows only to learn that they were sold out, so I bought tickets as soon as I could. I wasn't going to risk missing my chance at seeing The Queers and hanging out with Megan on the same day. It was going to be great.
The night before the show, I called her.
"Hey, you ready for that show tomorrow? It's gonna be so fucking great."
"Well," she said, hesitating, "I got fired yesterday, so I have to work."
I didn't care that I had bought her a ticket she wasn't going to use. I ended up selling it to some kid outside of the show when we got there. I did, however, care that she couldn't even be bothered to make up an excuse that made any sense at all. Fucking bitch!
I never spoke to her again.
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One time my buddy was dumb enough to cosign for her cell phone. She was a friend of his girlfriend. She proceeded to then forge his signature and add her whole family to the plan and stack up like a thousand dollar phone bill. He paid it, tried to take her to small claims court. I forget why, probably had to do with his girlfriend, he never went through with the lawsuit or the fraud charges he should have pressed.
Yeah that idiot was me. Yeah man did they ever scam me. It's what whores do. I don't know if I even realized she had a boyfriend at first. I know I found out later or maybe it was just accepted that she was a whore. That of course is what whores do but then again if I knew how much of a whore she was I probably would have told you to stay away. She's swimming with disease. It's rumored that she slept with a local who was HIV positive. Of course this is only rumor so it might not be true. It might also be rumor that the gentleman in question had the virus. Hopefully it's untrue because I'm sure she's still whoring around and is too ignorant to get tested.
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