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Rebecca

She sat across from me at the dinner table, the shadow from the candle's flame dancing across her face. Looking back I can't recall a word that she had said, but what I do remember is that she deserved it.

Rebecca worked with me in the IT department for a local supply company. For five months now I had been training her, and for five months I had been trying to ask her out. At first, I didn't think I stood a chance. In my mind, a woman so beautiful couldn't be in the same lonely market as a loser like me, but the more we started talking I found out she was single. Everyday we talked and everyday I waited for her to tell me how she met someone so I could have an excuse to not ask her out myself. This never happened, and one day I gathered up the strength.

All night long I practiced how I was going to ask her out. I knew exactly how cool I was going to look walking up to her, I knew how suave I was going to sound when I asked her to dinner, and I knew how she would laugh in my face and tell me I didn't stand a chance. I knew all of these things, and really knew nothing at all, but I forced myself to give it a shot, anyway.

She was sitting at her desk with a half eaten lunch salad in front her sipping a bottle of water. She had on her reading glasses, and in them I could see the glare of her computer screen. She was shopping online for shoes. Her blouse had a button opened up and I could see a little bit of cleavage. Besides the internet, that was about as much as I had seen of a woman since college. Her bright green eyes moved away from the computer and looked into mine. Startled, because I was staring down her shirt, she spoke to me. She may have said "What's up" or "Hey, you" as she often did but I just blurted out the words "Wouldyouliketogooutwithmesatu rdaynightfordinneronlikeyoukno wadate?" It wasn't as suave as I had imagined, but it worked. She giggled and the date was on.

It was shortly after this point I realized I had made a brutal mistake. I was so infatuated with her super model looks that I failed to recognize what a horrible person she was. I started to notice the way she looked at every other guy in the office. The way she would make eye contact with good looking Jack from the sales department or how she would purposefully laugh at Mr. Hardbaugh's not funny jokes was starting to make me crazy. I even caught her eye-lusting after the secretarywho was a woman! It was becoming quite apparent what a whore she was, and I knew I would need to put a

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