GroveltoHEA
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My cousin always referred to us as the bad jokes, as in...a blonde, a brunette and a redhead walk into a bar. I'm the redhead, and this is my story.
When I was 18, a psychic told me to wait for the man with the scar.
For five years I waited and then suddenly, there he was in front of me one night. No mistake -- this was the man.
We got off to a bad start, and I just kept making things worse chasing after him.
Until he let me know in no uncertain terms that he wasn't interested in me.
So I gave him what he wanted and ignored him.
Then he decided he wanted me.
And him getting me back was the least of our problems.