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[–]Lesbianvodkaaunt 5 insightful - 2 fun5 insightful - 1 fun6 insightful - 2 fun -  (0 children)

Summer after I graduated high school, I had been talking to this girl from school on and off, and we had been on one or two dates. It wasn’t exactly a date but we were out with a group of friends at an open mic night, at a local coffee shop. A bunch of people sing songs or do poetry or whatever. My dates ex, who she had a rough break up with was there. My ex was also there, yikes. My dates ex starts reading some poems and then she says “This one’s about my ex” she points to her and goes “Hi (girl’s name)”. Apparently she read this poem earlier too, and just decided to read it again for us so we could hear it. As it turns out, my dates coworker was there. Her friend, a lesbian, noticed my date because she was pointed out, so she comes and introduces herself and gives my date her number. Not that weird, right? Wrong. This girl has the exact same name as me, same hair color, same hobbies, and oddly enough we have relatively similar chronic illnesses. It was... uncanny but the girl I was with said not to worry about her. Like a week later the new girl asked her out and she said yes... they’re still dating years later.

Being left for a girl with the same name as me is tied with one other shitty date though. I met a girl through a mutual friend. The date was boring, we hung out at some park (we were 17ish) and then we hung out in her room and watched netflix. Maybe she was expecting something else to happen but I don’t do sex on first dates. Anyway I decided not to see this girl again, and she decided it was a sign that no one would ever love her and she tried to kill herself. I felt bad for her but damn that’s not my fault.