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My name is Alex Carter. The woman walking ahead of me was my fourth girlfriend, Emily Lane. She was beautiful, gentle, and always knew how to make me feel understood. When she smiled, two dimples appeared on her cheeks. She loved white dresses, and she turned heads wherever she went. But right now, she was holding hands with a middle-aged man, laughing and chatting as they headed toward the motel glowing with pink neon lights. I stood on the corner, gripping half a can of beer that had gone warm, my shadow stretched long and thin under the neon lights. This wasn't the first time. Honestly, this wasn't the first time. I closed my eyes, and it was like a movie reel playing in my head. My first love, Chloe Brooks, was the campus queen. I thought I was the luckiest guy alive. But three months into our relationship, she cheated on me with the basketball team captain. He was 6'8" and could dunk. I had to admit, I couldn't compete with that. My second girlfriend, Sophie Reed, was a literary type. She loved Haruki Murakami, folk music, and called me "interesting." Six months later, she ended up with a senior from her club. He played guitar, wrote poetry, and his social media was all about living the good life. I had to admit, I couldn't compete with that. My third girlfriend, Grace Taylor, was a total boss at work. She was sharp, decisive, and said I was the gentlest guy she'd ever met. A year later, she cheated on me with a married client who could bring her multi-million-dollar projects. I had to admit, I still couldn't compete with that. Every single one of them cheated on me. Every single one made me feel like I wasn't enough. And every single one said the same thing to me before leaving: "Alex, you're a good guy. I just don't deserve you." That sounded like bullshit to me.