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Is It Possible To Fall In Love With Someone You Hate?
I worked in a surf clothing store in the nineties that was a flower garden of beautiful women. I already entered the store in love with one of them, so when I was confronted by the cashier I was assisting, it was easy to get along. He asked me who I thought was the most beautiful girl in the store, and I replied that she was Fulana (not her real name), but that I preferred Ciclana (the girl I was in love with, not her real name either). He thought it was great since he was dating Fulana and didn’t want anyone hitting on his girlfriend.
Ciclana and I more or less got along, and everything seemed fine. But my relationship with Fulana, my friend’s girlfriend, was bizarre. She hated me, and the feeling became reciprocal (we hardly like people who don’t want us, don’t we?). Over time, from a certain level of implication, we started to have Homeric clashes, to the point of beginning to avoid each other so as not to risk being fired.
I especially remember when I arrived at the store using dog tags like the one in the image below, from Top Gun:
My dog tags, however, were not engraved. I remember she made so much fun, saying it was a collar, or mirrors, that I blew it, saying that I wore whatever I wanted, that she mind with her business, etc.
