27th
lack of tact.
Today, after an MIT event, my friends and I decided to hit some of the college bars. We got there sort of late and grabbed some beers. Everything was going pretty well, you know, bonding with my classmates, and then I see her. That one former friend who told everyone that I slept with her boyfriend even though I didn’t.
She grabs me by the arm as I’m trying to get into the bar, and she asks if I’m planning on saying hi.
“Oh, hi,” I said, not looking at her in the eye. I put out my cheek for her to kiss.
“Don’t be weird,” she pleaded.
“I don’t know, I don’t know…”
I walked into the bar, grabbed a beer, and went out to meet my friends on the sidewalk.
A couple of minutes later I see her ex-boyfriend (now boyfriend, I guess) and her making up and kissing. And, of course, I get upset. All these feelings come rushing back to me.
I cannot believe she had the fucking nerve to come up to me and say hi like nothing’s wrong after she fucking told everyone that I fucked her boyfriend, even though I did not do that and I would never do that because he is that big of a loser. Like, of course I’m going to fucking talk to you like nothing’s wrong, and I’m going to kiss and make up after you told everyone that I was a huge fucking slut with a broken moral compass who goes out and fucks her best friend’s boyfriend. Seriously, have some fucking tact.
Even though I no longer find him attractive — I mean, how the fuck am I going to want to screw someone who spends all day long playing xbox?— I sort of wish I fucked him for real, just to fuck you over.
