Being Nice Doesn't Pay

Last week Tina's car broke down on her at work. Her deadbeat man refused to come and pick her up so I offered to see if I could get her car started, and if not I'd drive her home. We went out to where the car was parked and I tried all the basic stuff to see if the battery died or if she somehow flooded the block. The car wouldn't start. I gave her a lift home. As a thank you she wanted to stop into a bar and buy me a drink. We stopped at a local dive and Tina proceeded to down a few beers. I drank a cup of coffee because I decided to ease up on the drinking after my window breaking episode at B Street.

A couple of days after I had dropped Tina off at her house, she told me that her guy thinks I'm fucking her now, and he wants to kill me. Neat. He also took out some of his anger on Tina and beat her down. I felt pretty bad about that. What the hell was I supposed to do? Leave her stranded at work after midnight and hope she could call a tow truck or a cab? How come that slob didn't get off his lazy wife-beating ass and come help out his woman? What a piece of shit. I don't know how I'm going to be able to handle this situation and not make things worse for Tina at home. What a pain.

Tina mentioned to me that she was attracted to me, a few weeks ago. It didn't really come as a shock or a surprise thanks to the ongoing soap opera at the factory. She's been telling coworkers what she thinks about me. It always gets spread around the factory like wildfire. The place is a giant rumor mill. I tried to be as polite and diplomatic as I could by replying that I was flattered and then I left it at that. She has been making alot of sexual innuendo jokes around me on a more constant basis. It's starting to annoy me.

It's funny. I thought that if I went out of my way to be extra nice to people I might get along better in life. So far that course of action has been causing me nothing but more problems and trouble. I think I need to go back to my tried and true ways of being mean. No forgiveness. No compassion. More suffering inflicted upon those who have earned it. It's a mission I must carry out.

I've been day dreaming of Jacinda again today. I guess I'd still like to see her again some time. Maybe beg for forgiveness and see if I could go out with her again. I think the chances of that are close to none, but it's still nice to think about. I'll probably never see her again. Even if I did, she probably wouldn't want to talk to me. I wonder what she did today.