This is why no one has ever written the perfect time travel story

I had no way of knowing that the first time I met Jesse would be our third meeting. To be fair, the first first time I met Jesse it was our first meeting, but through the quirks and twists of quantum physics and time travel, eventually our "first" meeting would end up being our third and final meeting. Our last first meeting was our third first meeting. Our fourth meeting, or rather our fourth first meeting, did not even occur at all, for Jesse of course never showed up at the Starbucks on the corner of Frankford and Old Denton that day in that time line. I guess, then, that you can't even call it a fourth meeting at all, since in the time line that encapsulates this narrative it never occurred. I'd seen to that by making sure Jesse didn't survive into any of my future time lines, though it took me three attempts to accomplish this.

The world is a better place without Jesse, but I guess you only have my word on that. Of course, perhaps all my work was for naught, and like some ironic Twilight Zone episode it will turn out that the world without Jesse is actually worse than the world with him. Maybe, as a result of my fiddling and tinkering with bifurcating universes, our future will now be one where giant Praying Mantises take over the UN and enslave the human race... but I was willing to take my chances. And if the worst comes to pass and we do have to pay tithes to our insect overlords, you can at least take solace with the knowledge that in a different time line/universe that is not the case.

Of course, in that future you still have to contend with Jesse.

You're welcome.