I just wanted to get some things clear from our little phone convo the other day.
You wanted me and your boyfriend to spend more time together so we could all get used to being friends?
How considerate! Having a guy who likes you hanging out with your boyfriend who resents his presence? Yeah, that’s cool. It’s like having two scorpions under a glass to see what happens.
It’s perverse to treat people this way. It’s greedy and it’s a sick game. You wanted to play me off of your boyfriend to make him feel insecure and make me feel jealous; all over you, so you could watch it unfold.
The reason you’re mad at me is because I exposed it and now you won’t get to have your fun anymore, will you? Man, that sucks too because you probably thought you’d be able to string me along for the next 2 years, huh?
One of two things was going on:
- You genuinely liked me and wanted to spend time with me, but I jumped the gun. Like I should have waited in the wings until you were through with your boyfriend. But the best part about being me is I don’t have to settle for that. So I called you out.
- You never liked me but were just using me as a wedge between you and your boyfriend to make him insecure and make me jealous and pining.
Either way, it is perverse or its mean-spirited, you egomaniac. You are perverted, you are a social pervert. And don’t even say that it’s all in my head. The non-stop flirting, the looks, the gestures, the calls, the time spent together, the complaining about your boyfriend… all of it paints a picture, got me?
In your onslaught, you said that I should have more respect for the girl I just started seeing; that she’s a “good girl”.
You mean the same Lauren you called a hobag the day before? Yeah, she is a good girl, but since I told you I’d prefer to be with you, you decided to try and embarrass me by yelling at me on the phone a few days later. All because I didn’t show up at happy hour? I said I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you and Adam there and you blew up in front of our mutual friends? (So now everybody knows everything.)
But why did you get so angry? Why did you care so much? Why did you call me against your best friend’s judgment and yell? I’ve never been talked to like that before… did you have it rehearsed, or did you read from a script? That’s what I’m assuming since I couldn’t slide a word in edgewise.
And then you call me immature. Yeah, being honest about my feelings is real immature. You’re the guilty party there – playing guys off each other for sick fun is not graduate student behavior; that’s 7th grade stuff and I didn’t appreciate it. Let’s face it, you screwed the pooch, chicky.
But that’s why I called you out, isn’t it? I wonder what you’ll do for entertainment now that you only have your gauky, snake-eyed boyfriend to faun all over you. It’s OK though, I’ve seen your true colors. You’ve revealed yourself to me.
I’ll do you a favor and make it real easy to put this behind us. It won’t be awkward in class, or whenever I run into you. I don’t know you anymore. You aren’t even an acquaintance. You are dust on the wind, and I’m backed up baby. I’m floppy.
I don’t consider you worthy of my attention anymore, and may God help that pussy-whipped lacky boyfriend of yours wake up before you suck his soul dry.
I must have a horseshoe up my ass for being saved from an impending dry hump of a relationship you’d give me until you’d dump me for the next dolt who looks your way. See ya in class, ho.