Girl Next Door
Sheila was literally the girl next door. I had had a crush on her ever since we moved there; she was beautiful. The first time I came home from college, we ran into each other in a local store and started talking. I got up my nerve and asked her out that night. I made reservations at a nice restaurant and picked her up at eight. My first indication that something was wrong was that she was wearing sweat pants to go on a date to a nice place. The second clue was that she had no table manners at all. Yes, she looked hot, but wow. My crush on her ended on that date.
— Mark, 31