[Demisis_P2P]

My life has been playing out like a book. It's awesome. Fairly long story but worth the read, IMO.

7 Years ago I moved from a small bayside town (~10,000 people) to a town that formed around the first railway in the state (population ~250,000).
After being here for a year I became friends with a girl that I eventually fell in love with. It was pretty apparent that we both liked each other more than friends but she was already dating somebody so we just stayed friends.
Eventually she found out that her boyfriend was a homosexual and they broke up, but by that point I was already dating somebody else. When my relationship eventually fell through she was dating somebody else, and he turned out to be homosexual aswell.
All up I think she dated 3 homosexual guys in a row; because she taught an after school dance class and dated guys from the class.

I DID NOT DO DANCE.

At the end of senior year she got kicked out of home and moved in with the guy that she was dating at the time (he just happens to live in the same small bayside town that I used to live in). Before she left we both confessed our feelings and whatnot, but there was no way I could support her, so she had to move in with him.

One year later. I still talk to her a fair bit and she complains about being stuck in a loveless relationship. We joke about running away together and getting married.

Another year later. I still talk to her and she's still dating the same loser. I got offered a job tutoring English, Mathematics, Accounting, Finance and Economics at my old high school, but eventually turned the job down because it was too much workload since I'm also still in University.

Now here's where things get tricky. While I was considering the tutoring job I met a girl, 2 years my junior, who asked me to give her private tutorials. This girl is a model, and is the new after school dance teacher. She's also the younger sister of the first girl. Bam. Major dilemma ensues.

I could seriously write a book about this ****. It's so cliche. So coincidental. So perfect.

I could also write a book about the trials and tribulations of my dating efforts in between the two year period starting when the older sister left and ending when I met the younger sister. Including:
The girl that bit my hand until it bled, on a date. Totally unprovoked :{
The girl with the scat fetish.
The girl that I met once when I was 12, who still remembered me.
The girl that stalked me and would always be in my room when I got home from someplace.
The girl that got everyone (including her parents) to lie to me about her age and turned out to be 15.
Etc.

There's more but I think I'm already pushing the rules a bit.