I met a great gentleman over the summer. Funny, smart, attractive (if a bit squishy around the middle, but hey, who am i to judge?), good job, nice hair blah blah blah. The best part about him was he recognized my awesome-ness. We started dating. Things went well.
Until I went over to his apt the morning I was going back to school...and found him in bed with another girl.
Clothes on? Check.
Sleeping? Check
Me throwing a very hot coffee? Um...check!
His response being insensitive? Check!
Apparently since nothing happened and apparetnly since he is an 'adult' and capable of sleeping in the same bed with someone and not having sex, I was over-reacting.
Me? Over-react? Okay yes normally. But in this case I figure it was warranted.
That was the end of that.
Except I am still angry.
Mostly at the turn of events that led that little skunk bag "Susie" to think that was okay to do. (Of course I am mad at him, but I feel like bitching about her).
What on earth happened in her life to give her such low self-esteem that she feels the need to 'sleep' with other girls' boyfriends? The best part is afterwards I found out she had actually had the sex with 2 of my friends' boyfriends. What a classy girl.
I do believe the next time I see her, I shall taunt her with witty retorts and insult her parentage.
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