So I had been living my life just as any normal old day, when I see a new girl move in across the street. The girl who was moving into the house was easily a 9/10, absolutely beautiful. I saw her moving some furniture so I had decided to go out and help her move. She was being somewhat rude to me about how she didn't need help moving anything, so I had left. A few days later, her dog must have gotten lost and came to my back yard. The dog was hanging around my house for a good hour, and I decided to pick it up and read it's tag. The address was of the girl across the street. I didn't have a fence at my house, so I decided to take it upon myself to bring it over to her. She thanked me profusely, and I decided to take the chance and ask her on a date. She accepted.
We went out on a date to see a movie and dinner. We talked a lot, and we really got to know each other. The only bad part about the dates was that we had almost nothing in common. But we both really liked each other. We went on a few more dates and there were no problems. They were great, and we both seemed to have fun.
A couple of weeks go by with my new girlfriend, and eventually another new girl moves in down the street. This girl wasn't even close to as beautiful as my girlfriend, I'd say she was probably a 7/10. Being a nice person, I decided to help her out in moving. In the process of that, I saw one box named "Video Games". It was pretty full too. We made friends, and we started hanging out quite often, but not too much to get my beautiful girlfriend jealous. We played all types of video games, even indie games that I thought nobody played/liked, but she seemed to have every single one. She was a perfect friend. Despite my efforts, my girlfriend got mad and jealous. I tried to calm her down by telling her that I still love her and that there is no way I'd leave her because she is so perfect and beautiful.
I told her to call the 7/10 girl and see if the three of us could hang out together as friends. And the 7/10 girl responds with "You need to back the fuck off my man, because he's mine now bitch. And if you touch him again, I'll fucking kill you!" My girlfriend was shocked. I tried to calm her down by telling her she probably had a bad day and she caught her at the wrong time. We tried to ignore it and hung out for the rest of the day. I decided to take a break from these girls, only a few days. After a day or two of chilling out by myself, I decide to call my girlfriend. No answer. I decide to call the 7/10 nerdy girl. No answer. 2 more weeks go by, and I can't contact anywhere.
Finally, I see the 7/10 girl on TV, and she is about to be sent to prison. I continue watching the show, and I find that she has committed murder... I can barely watch at this point, but I continue. The police are attempting to identify the victim, and they believe it was my girlfriend. After further investigation, they find parts of her body lying around the apartment. not like her legs and arms were cut off, but chunks of her skin and flesh were just cut out, almost like bites. The police finally concluded that this was an act of cannibalism, and that the 7/10 girl ATE my girlfriend.
So this begs the question.
Why is six afraid of seven?