the ex-girlfriend.

You live and learn - or so they say. I know a lot of teachers that live and teach. I also know some students that are dead and therefore cannot learn. But you get the idea.

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During my sexually and emotionally immature first year of university, I became best friends with one of the girls in my flat. Because I was an idiot and found her attractive, I assumed the only thing to do was go out with her. This - to cut a fairly short story even shorter - happened. It was during our relationship that she bought me this sweater. It was mere days later that I jumped into a bush a tore a huge hole in the shoulder. Idiot.

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The biggest mistake however wasn't front-flipping into the bush, it was feeling the need to go out with her in the first place. Though regrets are not worth holding onto, I have no doubt that had we just stayed good friends at the time, we would still be good friends to this day. And because that's real and not very funny I'm going to end by saying poo.