The pain got to be too much after Becca and Daniel got engaged and I stayed single in my shit ball hometown, barely-employed. I decided to do something about it. I knew Becca’s dad, Brian, was a slimey used car salesman down the highway in Pittsfield via Facebook and I knew she for some reason thought the world of him. Most of her interior struggles actually came from a fear of disappointing him. He was the perfect mark for every reason I could think of.

It was almost remarkable how easy it all was. I sucked Brian in easier than I thought was even possible and played the whole unstable young girl thing to make him feel guilty and to make him think that I was suicidal, when it was his own daughter he should have actually been worrying about. I am admittedly unstable, but not in that tragically lame and stereotypical drunk and lonely girl way.

What neither Brian or Becca knew was that I was running my game on both sides.

Daniel wasn’t the easy mark that Brian was, but he was a mark none-the-less. The guy wasn’t even halfway through his 20s and he was tying the knot with some girl he met in college? Deep down I think he knew it wouldn’t work and I struck.