AC (I'll use her name now to spite her, Allie) is a bitch. Her best friend, now having the means to talk directly to me, told me everything I needed to know. I apparently was meeting my ex again and didn't know it. Ironically, my ex actually was kind enough to let me know when I pretty much didn't have a chance. I'm so tempted to give Allie some poetic justice, as I'm not so sure her friend would tell her about our little talk. Apparently the last thing she would want to do is fuck what she would consider a "boring ugly guy", and she doesn't want to be friends with a guy if she doesn't want to fuck him. So her poetic justice would be for me to continue leading her on, go out again with her, get her MORE wasted, fuck her, let her drive home without helping her, and let her puke about it the next day. But I'm not mean and won't stoop to that level. I'll settle with not talking to her ever again. I never expected she was such a waste of fucking existence.
Since I know where she lives, I'm tempted to get her a fitting birthday present and send it to her: a cucumber with a picture of Brad Pitt glued to it. Then as she opens it up in front of her family and friends, they can find out what she's REALLY all about as she goes "Just what I always wanted!" I won't though...again I'm not that mean.
Since I know where she lives, I'm tempted to get her a fitting birthday present and send it to her: a cucumber with a picture of Brad Pitt glued to it. Then as she opens it up in front of her family and friends, they can find out what she's REALLY all about as she goes "Just what I always wanted!" I won't though...again I'm not that mean.