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I have been in the position to watch the romance lifecycle of several computer center patrons. Boy meets girl, boy cheats on girl with a web-cam he/she, boy loses girl. Yep.

It's uncanny. A regular, let's call him chuck, caught the eye of one of the female patrons. Chuck was painfully shy, shaped like a sweatpant woman. The woman was kind of predatory, she'd "hooked-up" with a few other patrons, and they'd show up and demand adjacent computers,

Anyway, chuck and this chick started appearing with violent hickeys on their necks.

They would make out noisily and sloppily while waiting for their computers, in the smoking area outside. Everything was hunky dory until the woman started getting calls on the public phone just outside the center's doors. Ex boyfriend was out of the can in North Carolina. After loudly telling the whole center how much she missed him, she made plans to meet him. I heard, Chuck heard, everybody heard. It was ugly.

Chuck failed to show for the next few weeks, but eventually started coming back. His hygiene had suffered and he smelled really bad. He wore ratty sweatpants and one day he bent over to pick something up and exposed a wet, brown ass stripe on the seat of his pants. I saw it only for a moment, but it is still fresh, if only in my mind.

You can wash and wash, but you'll never be clean.