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Failurecreated Tuesday, March 7th, 2006 1:55:42pmA couple of years ago, I worked at this temporary gig for the Transportation Safety Administration - not anything serious, just data entry for people applying to be baggage handlers. It was run by a company that hired people and flew them all over the country to do the computers and logistics end of things, including the girl who was in charge of the computers there. She had this red hair, played a guitar, and had a killer body to go along with a lovely, exotic face. We actually hit it off, and hung out one night. We went to the pool at the hotel that night, and we ended up going back to her room. I hung out while she took a shower, and then came out. WE SAT ON HER FUCKING BED AND TALKED FOR AN HOUR. I didn't make a move, and she ended up hooking up with this douchebag who worked across the hall. Why didn't I just fucking kiss her? Why does it haunt me 5 years later? |
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