Saturday, October 31, 2009

About A Girl

Jeez. I feel like I never have time to think, but in all reality, I’ve all the hours I need... I think. The problem is I keep spending the day thinking about a girl. Maybe, though, that’s not even that big of a problem; maybe that’s not the trouble at all. The actual conundrum very well could be that said girl has a boyfriend—one who doesn’t like me oddly enough.

I don’t really have a problem with the guy other than that I have no respect for him. He comes off as a selfish asshole, and it shines through ever so brilliantly when he’s been drinking. I’ve got stories, but I won't parade them about.

The point is I really like this girl, and I know she deserves better. Furthermore, I’m worried she’ll stay with him unless I do something—something like steal her away. That creates an entirely different problem, though. I’m not sure if I am good enough for her…

Okay, here's a story anyway. One night I went to the girl’s house to talk to her roommate. He was there, and when he noticed I was in the front yard having a conversation with the girls, he flipped out and started drunkenly riding his bicycle in the street and popping wheelies to illustrate his anger with my presence. What the fuck, right?

She became really upset to the point of tears, and he wouldn't knock off his stupid pseudo-macho bullshit. After I got him to calm down without hitting me in the face, he started informing me of his plans to marry his girlfriend and move away to Missouri. (I can only assume to distance her from me... or to get that job he was talking about.) This makes the situation all the more dire.

This isn't even the most glaring example I have of him being a dick to her—not even close, but I like telling this one because it makes him look like an idiot. Why the bike? I don't get the popping wheelies thing. Everyone I tell about the incident laughs, and I think it's hilarious. Was it supposed to scare me? "Oh, shit! This guy's got sick skillz on teh bmx! I better skedaddle." Give me a break.

What makes the whole thing worse is he’s a fuckin’ ginger. (I’m kidding. I have the utmost respect for the ginger subspecies.) Seriously, though, what to do? What to do?


Post a Comment