Girl! Loss! Karmic retribution!
Once upon a time, back in that fair city Paris, lived an even younger Exiled Youth, and verily, he was smitten.




Well, you know what the young are like. I spent the last of my studenty funny money pennies buying a ticket for my beloved to come see me. A plane ticket, even in this Easyjet age, was an expensive thing for me.


Being an original kind of chap, I thought February 14th would be the best time for her to visit. I waited long winter months without seeing her, because I was in France, and she was in the arse end of nowhere, saving plague victims or something equally worthy.


And then, the first karmic act. I did something shitty, and was dumped, quite rightly so. Instant karmic balance -- one girlfriend hurt, one boyfriend heartbroken (yes, despite said shitty-ness).


Well, once the heart-wounds had healed enough to allow cogent conversation, I called her. I let her know to keep the ticket and come out anyway. She declined. I said it could be as friends. She declined. I said she could just use it to have a girly weekend with a mate of hers, and not see me at all. Still declining.


"Well," reasoned I, "I can just get one of *my* mates out then, you can transfer the ticket, right?". Apparently, I wasn't heartbroken enough last time.



Lost the girl, lost the ticket, lost the money, lost the chance of a weekend's heavy drinking with a mate, and so I had to spend Valentine's Day in Paris on my own, a miserable experience I wouldn't wish on anyone.


But then two weeks later, she got run over by a disabled driver while she was trying to cross the road, so you know, "every cloud..."



Don't cheat kids, the karma fairies will make you pay.



EDIT: I forgot to put in the *point* of the story -- I met a local, and we got married 18 months later. The End.



Although, given that this is such a wonderful thing, karmic theory dictates something horrible is around the corner. Which means it's a Good Thing I don't believe in Karma. Good QOTW, though.
(Exiled Youth [witty comment], Mon 25 Feb 2008, 17:02, 2 replies)

How in God's name
did she find out if you were in Paris, and she was in the arse end of no where?
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 19:25, closed)

The marvels
of teh internets. It was a pre-arranged departure by both of us, we kept in touch via emails and occasional skype calls.
(Exiled Youth [witty comment], Mon 25 Feb 2008, 19:58, closed)