Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Silly Friend's love life - The Story Continues...

... with yet another demonstration of cliched* assholery.


Friend "K" (nothing like Kafka's hero of the same name, except a tendency to find herself in odd situations and occasionally screw wait staff) was in town for a visit. K is small, cute and blond with big brown eyes and an incredibly competitive nature. She flirts with other people's boyfriends in front of them, and with other people's husbands behind their backs. Some people might say she is a bit of a bitch, but I am actually a huge fan of hers, mainly because I think most of the guys she flirts with are complete dicks who need to have their dickishness revealed to the world. You could almost call her a public service in that sense (as opposed to the sense people have called her that in the past). She is also married now, which does allow a bit of leeway in the whole "it was just flirting" argument.

So, silly friend and K head out for drinks and SF (silly friend - decided acronyms should be fairly distributed) starts getting some unprecentented and slightly flirtatious texts from MLS (the manipulative little shit - see earlier posts). A few mojitos down K contrives to "jokingly" hi-jack SF's phone and text MLS back to come join them.

He does so, and predictably proceeds to flirt wildly with K, who loves every minute of it, despite having heard many long and complex stories of his confusing and evil ways from SF. SF herself watches them, drinks more and gets extremely depressed, having talked herself into a corner by asserting too many times that she and MLS are "just friends" and that she "really doesn't think of him that way". She even starts to try to convince herself that she is "glad he is enjoying himself" because she "likes to see him happy". Pathetic much?

Night ruined. For me too, because the moment she told me the story (late-night drunken call just as I was enjoying a cigarette on my balcony) I got so angry with both of them that I had to have three more brandies to calm myself down.

Epilogue: MLS, on next meeting with SF, tells her that he thinks K is a bit of a prick-tease. SF revels in this, under the erroneous assumption that this somehow makes her look better in comparison. (Quick note: guys only call girls they like prick teases). Nothing has been learned.

* should have an acute accent on the "e", but I can't get it to work. Forgive me. You probably don't care much anyway. It wasn't important.





































*Please assume an acute accent on that "e". Can't work out how to do it with this damn software.

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