It brings me indecent joy and pleasure to see Daisy be crushed in arguments despite being right, or being pathetically jealous over other girls, or thirsting for boys who she knows are too good for her.
It it viscerally exciting to see Daisy give up and accept her place, to surrender hope that she will ever be anything but a distant last pick romantically and sexually, to agree and internalize that she is worthless.
It is great fun to see her double down, to try to pretty herself up, to be slutty and aggressive enough that some boy will take her, only to be confronted by the fact that both her body and her heart are too ugly to win anyone over.
I am filled with amusement at the dramatic irony of knowing that her strategy means that no-one will ever think of her as a girlfriend, but only as an easy lay-up/fallback-option at best, or an offputting stalker at worst.

I like to imagine Daisy going to college, already depressed over her social prospects, and try to make up for lost time with anyone who will take her. She burns out spectacularly, fails her classes, ruins her reputation, and destroys her own self-esteem with boy after girl after boy, party after party, drink after drink. In the end she ends up more of a social pariah than she ever was before, the med school's most infamously desperate degenerate.