Girls Ruin All My Favorite Things

Girls ruin all my favorite things. Okay, maybe not my favorite things, and maybe not all of them, but every girl I have ever really liked has some memory attached to her. Most of my memories have some sort of memento tagged to them. These mementos can be anything that I loved at the time: a song, t-shirt, movie, or even a smell. Whenever I hear that song or smell that smell my mind usually wanders to the memory that I most associate with the memento, and the memory has a tendency of making my toes curl. I know that it isn't any fault of the individual girl. I'm just sick of my favorite things being ruined.
The earliest example I can think of would have to be Extra Chewing Gum. My first girlfriend was chewing that the first time I ever kissed her. Now, I can't even see an Extra wrapper without thinking about her, and when I think about her I start thinking about all the things that I couldn't stand about her. For example, she would dance to ring tones. I know, it isn't a big deal. Who doesn't occasionally dance to a good ring tone? But she danced to every ring tone. It didn't even matter what was playing: elevator music, mexican hat dance, whatever. It drove me nuts!
Okay, next thing that was ruined by a girl. My favorite t-shirt. I bought one t-shirt off of threadless.com. Everyone who pays any attention to what I wear knows that I love threadless. I know, not a whole lot of people pay attention to what I wear.
Except this guy.

And this guy.

Anyway, it was my favorite t-shirt until I stopped liking this one girl. After that, I couldn't get the smell of her perfume out of my shirt. Everyone else couldn't smell it. It was just me. It bugged me so much that I had to throw it away.

So this was a bit of a ramble.

I guess what I'm trying to say is this. Girls, stop ruining things for me.

But don't stop dating me.

Tom Clyde

This was the T-shirt. Isn't it awesome?