Okay, I’ll spill. A note: After what happened, I have a new theory. Life is a sitcom and a soap opera, alternating every month.
Names changed to protect the identities of the people involved.
Jessica is wonderful. Cute, has my taste in music, intelligent, extremely witty. A writer. And she likes me. I meet her at a party, in which I also meet Alison, a slightly spiteful, but generally respectable person. My head’s in the clouds for a couple of days. After getting to know Jessica for a couple of weeks, I finally muster up the courage to ask her out. She says “No.” My heart sinks momentarily, before she cuts in with “But we could do that next week, I’m free then.”
Euphoria doesn’t begin to describe the feeling. Especially since I’m a skinny dork who’s always just mocked by members of the opposite sex that I become attatched to.
A few days later, I learn that Jessica and Alison (who’s Jess’ best friend) are having a huge fight. I ask Jessica about it.
Within a few hours, I am privy to some very odd secrets. I really don’t know how the group of friends they’re in have managed to stay together this long.
Maybe it’s because Jessica never told Alison one thing: that she and Alison’s boyfriend cheated. At length. And Alison’s boyfriend still has feelings for Jessica, even after Jessica realised that it couldn’t end well, and broke it off.
At this point, my head was spinning. I didn’t know whether to tell Alison, or keep it a secret.
I couldn’t decide, and the time for the date rolled around. Due to an event, however, me and Jessica couldn’t do what was planned, so we moved it up a week. The day after we rescheduled, I smacked some sense into myself.
Gadfly, you’re being dishonest. Your feelings for Jessica don’t change that. Grow the fuck up. Even if Alison hates you. Plenty of fish in the sea, and that sort of thing. Hey, if there’s a first time, there’ll be a second time.
I told Alison the truth. She still hates me. Oh well, gratitude or no gratitude, at least I did the right thing, and can still live with myself.
…Right?