I was thinking the other day just how incredible my number of rejections actually are. Uncommonly, my memory goes back as far as being 6yo at school, and I remember even then - even fucking then - coming out second best to other boys when trying to play with girls I fancied.
Fast forward to 7yo, and there was, what was in retrospect, a staged cucking of monolithic proportions. At that time, I always played and sat next to this girl called Helen and everyone knew it. She did actually like me, I recall. But the teachers decided, inexplicably, to stage a mock 'wedding' in front of the entire form. Helen was the bride, and the groom? Some random fucker - not me.
As the teachers re-hearsed this wedding over the ensuing weeks, life depressingly began imitating art and Helen slowly but surely hung around more and more with this other kid, and much less with me. Then, as if teacher-arranged cucking wasn't enough, they cast for the part of Helen's 'dad', i.e. the person who would give her away. And just take one guess as to who landed that prize fucking role.... just couldn't script this bullshit if you tried.
Incredibly, that wasn't the end of it. Years later, around 20yo, I bumped into Helen again. All very friendly and convivial, regaling the 'hilarious' wedding scenario - yet it only took a mere 30 seconds before she managed to get the line in that she was "settled in a relationship". Double-fucking-cuck! (before you ask, no, it wasn't with the kid she 'married' - that would have definitely fucking been Gandy time).
Still, I learned not long afterwards that Helen's mother took her own life, and Helen had the trauma of finding the body. So there is some justice.