I’m a fun person. I try to have fun no matter where I am. I can find fun no matter where I am. It’s a talent, I guess. However, when I went out with my good friend this past weekend, I knew full well I was not going to have a good night.
You see, dear reader, she has an uber-dramatic friend (meaning psycho) that I met a few days before. My friend, we’ll call her Rachel, felt comfortable enough to leave me alone with her friend, who we’ll call Brandy. Apparently I am a cool, trustworthy guy. This night, though, my patience would be put to the test.
After Rachel left, the night quickly went downhill as Brandy was psycho-emotional over her ex-boyfriend. She started crying hysterically and rambling. I thought to myself, “Well hello person I’ve met for the first time ever in life, how do you do?” I tried to calm her down, but she was insistent on drunk dialing her ex and rambling on about blah blah blah. I honestly stopped caring after she had shown me her propensity for stubbornness in the face of logic.
She continued to call him, and he continued to ignore her. I said something to the effect of, “Well if he’s not answering, maybe you should stop calling and just let it go.” To which the already hysterical girl went even more hysterical. Fuck my night. I walked her to her car, told her to text me when she got home, and that was the end of it. (Actually she called me when she got home, said “Matt?” I replied, “No but I guess you’re home.” and hung up the phone and went back to sleep. Hahaha)
We all hung out again on Friday, a few days later. Rachel warned me that she was bringing her ex. I thought to myself, “Well this is going to totally ruin my night.” But I love Rach to death, and I will hang out with her at the drop of a hat if I can.
The night started out okay, before Brandy started trying to make her boyfriend jealous by openly trying to flirt with me and talk about me. To her defense, he was being a douche. I knew what she was trying to do and immediately told her to leave me alone. He too came up to me and asked what was up. I immediately defended myself. “Bro, I don’t know what the hell is going on with you two, but honestly, I don’t fuckin care. I’m 31 and way too old to be dealing with your young ass drama. So, whatever the fuck it is ya’l have to do to act fuckin normal, do it, and stop ruining my buzz.” He seemed to respect the bluntness actually, so he got out of my face.
The rest of the night was more of this, so at the end I briefly thanked the both of them for ruining my night. Fuck. My. Life.
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