Phyzzle:
It was meant to be just the two of us. He just popped up. Every****ingtime we go out, somebody comes over and starts talking to me. Friends, people I barely know, people I don't know at all. And they never get the hint that I just want to be alone with her.
Last night was amusing. She called me up and invited me out to this beerfest thing. I met up with her, and a bunch of my "friends" were there. I overheard her mention one of my friends (the one she kept inquiring about the night before) a bunch of times. He wasn't there, but his brother was. At one point she even took him aside to get shots. I don't know if she's playing headgames, or if she's genuinly into the guy. I knew I had to do something stupid.
Later on me, her, and one of her friends went to a bar. Everyone else went off to do their own thing. I pretty much turned into an ***hole for the rest of the night. She'd start singing along to whatever was on the jukebox, I'd tell her to shut the hell up. She started playfully punching me on the shoulder to the beat of the music, I'd tell her to knock it off. She mentioned that she thought the one bartender was "sexy" (the bartender being female). I told her that I find homosexual tendancies unnatural, then told the bartender, with her sitting right next to me, that she wanted to hook up with her. "What the **** was that!?!". Haha.
On that topic, before I said anything to the bartender, I said I preferred the other tender, a cute, little blond. "Oh. Yeah, she's cute, but such and such is way hotter.". Whatever. I proceeded to spent the rest of the night flirting with that blond. She got jealous. "Stop ogling!". At one point she got so pissed off, that she and her friend grabbed their purses and went to a table. "I'll be back in a minute.". I almost forgot she was gone.
At the end of the night I noticed out of the corner of my eye that she was coming back over, but when she was about 5 feet away, another girl ran over and gave me a hug and sat down next to me (just an acquaintance). I saw her stop, turn around, and walk back to the support of her friend. I saw them both keep looking at me, and she eventually came back over and sat down. I really didn't say anything until I noticed her friend making out with some dude. Then I grabbed a 6 pack for my roommate and we all left. I just gave her a hug, and went home smiling.
As for the topic of the girl who married the cheater, yeah. I remember one night being out with her and some friends. She got wasted, and called the guy up. I tried taking the phone from her, as did one of her friends, but she just ran into the bathroom. Then she came out crying, saying **** like, "What's wrong with me? Why did he cheat on me? Am I that ugly?", blah blah blah. Three weeks later I found out that she was going to marry the ****er. Actually, I had to decipher it with the little bit of Spanish that I've picked up, when she'd be talking with her friends. She wouldn't tell me until I confronted her about it. Kept telling me that she was moving with her family to Florida, which was 100% bull****.
Like I said, she had to prove herself, and now she's miserable, and alone with some cheating drug addict. Some people just can't be helped...
... kinda like me...