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it. I trusted him. Was I wrong?
“How did that happen?” I ask, after directing the driver to my office, downtown.
“I mean, I guess if you think about it, I kind of had no choice but to go home with Marty. Every other guy I talked to in that bar was looking for you! They were all like, ‘I’m supposed to meet a girl here named Samantha,’ ‘I can’t talk to you right now or my friend who told me to come here will kill me. I have to at least say hi to this chick Samantha.’ I mean, it was crazy, Samantha. They actually showed up, and for some reason, they actually seemed motivated to meet you—some girl they’d never even seen before—even though they were talking to me!”
I’m torn between feeling proud of myself, and bad for Lacey. But there’s no good way to tell a friend that when you come on too strong it makes you look desperate, and guys don’t find that attractive.
I also kind of feel bad for these guys who got all this pressure to come show up at a bar, only to be stood up by me. Then again, I had no way of predicting how the night was gonna go, and as far as I’m concerned, it couldn’t have gone better!
“So did Marty do anything to pressure you into sleeping with him?”
“Not really. And who cares about that! The worst part is how much he’s been calling me today!” Good, I was right to trust him. He was on the up and up, and Lacey’s only regret is that he still likes her the next day.
She goes into detail, “What happened is that after enough guys asked me where you were, I was like, ‘Yeah! Where is she?’ So I go ask Marty—cuz he was buying me drinks to make me feel better after each of the guys who basically rejected me—and he’s all, ‘Do you think I have nothing better to do than keep an eye on you and your friend all night?’ And I’m thinking, ‘Oh my God, he’s being a dick, too!’ But then he wasn’t being a dick, he was just joking, which I figured out when he said, ‘She left 15 minutes ago, with that guy she met.’ So you see? It turns out he was paying attention to me.”
Even in the retelling of the story, Lacey is so relieved by this, that I start to wonder if she actually likes this guy, but for some reason, doesn’t want to admit it to me. My suspicions are quelled by what she says next.
“So then he says, ‘It’s just rejection, you get used to it.’ And I’m like, what?! Maybe some lame-o, weirdo like him gets used to it! But that’s never happened to me before. So of course he agrees with me that I shouldn’t be getting rejected by these guys, and he’s like, ‘You’re so great, Lacey, blah-blah-blah. Those guys are idiots, blah-blah-blah. They don’t know how lucky they’d be.’ And I’m all, ‘Why are you so nice to me, when I’m so annoyed by you?’ I mean, seriously, why is he so annoying to me? He could be a great guy!”
“He is a great guy, Lacey.”
“I know! You know what else he said?” I shake my head, no. “He said, ‘Why doesn’t anybody in this place just wanna love the one they’re with?’ He is so sympathetic to what I was feeling. It was like he read my mind!”
“Or maybe, more specifically, he was trying to tell you about what he was feeling. You know, send you a hint to stop chasing down those other guys, when he’s standing right there ‘with’ you.”
“Well, whatever. He got what he wanted.” She pauses for a moment to relive her decision making process in her head, “But that’s not why I slept with him. I did it because I wanted to!”
“Good. That’s the only reason you should ever sleep with anybody.”
“Yeah! And he didn’t even want to sleep with me at that point.”
“He didn’t? What happened?”
“He said I was too drunk.” I was totally right to trust him. “But I made him do it anyway,” she continues, “because I couldn’t handle anymore rejection last night.” We really need to do something about her self-esteem. And the stupidest part is that a guy like
“How did that happen?” I ask, after directing the driver to my office, downtown.
“I mean, I guess if you think about it, I kind of had no choice but to go home with Marty. Every other guy I talked to in that bar was looking for you! They were all like, ‘I’m supposed to meet a girl here named Samantha,’ ‘I can’t talk to you right now or my friend who told me to come here will kill me. I have to at least say hi to this chick Samantha.’ I mean, it was crazy, Samantha. They actually showed up, and for some reason, they actually seemed motivated to meet you—some girl they’d never even seen before—even though they were talking to me!”
I’m torn between feeling proud of myself, and bad for Lacey. But there’s no good way to tell a friend that when you come on too strong it makes you look desperate, and guys don’t find that attractive.
I also kind of feel bad for these guys who got all this pressure to come show up at a bar, only to be stood up by me. Then again, I had no way of predicting how the night was gonna go, and as far as I’m concerned, it couldn’t have gone better!
“So did Marty do anything to pressure you into sleeping with him?”
“Not really. And who cares about that! The worst part is how much he’s been calling me today!” Good, I was right to trust him. He was on the up and up, and Lacey’s only regret is that he still likes her the next day.
She goes into detail, “What happened is that after enough guys asked me where you were, I was like, ‘Yeah! Where is she?’ So I go ask Marty—cuz he was buying me drinks to make me feel better after each of the guys who basically rejected me—and he’s all, ‘Do you think I have nothing better to do than keep an eye on you and your friend all night?’ And I’m thinking, ‘Oh my God, he’s being a dick, too!’ But then he wasn’t being a dick, he was just joking, which I figured out when he said, ‘She left 15 minutes ago, with that guy she met.’ So you see? It turns out he was paying attention to me.”
Even in the retelling of the story, Lacey is so relieved by this, that I start to wonder if she actually likes this guy, but for some reason, doesn’t want to admit it to me. My suspicions are quelled by what she says next.
“So then he says, ‘It’s just rejection, you get used to it.’ And I’m like, what?! Maybe some lame-o, weirdo like him gets used to it! But that’s never happened to me before. So of course he agrees with me that I shouldn’t be getting rejected by these guys, and he’s like, ‘You’re so great, Lacey, blah-blah-blah. Those guys are idiots, blah-blah-blah. They don’t know how lucky they’d be.’ And I’m all, ‘Why are you so nice to me, when I’m so annoyed by you?’ I mean, seriously, why is he so annoying to me? He could be a great guy!”
“He is a great guy, Lacey.”
“I know! You know what else he said?” I shake my head, no. “He said, ‘Why doesn’t anybody in this place just wanna love the one they’re with?’ He is so sympathetic to what I was feeling. It was like he read my mind!”
“Or maybe, more specifically, he was trying to tell you about what he was feeling. You know, send you a hint to stop chasing down those other guys, when he’s standing right there ‘with’ you.”
“Well, whatever. He got what he wanted.” She pauses for a moment to relive her decision making process in her head, “But that’s not why I slept with him. I did it because I wanted to!”
“Good. That’s the only reason you should ever sleep with anybody.”
“Yeah! And he didn’t even want to sleep with me at that point.”
“He didn’t? What happened?”
“He said I was too drunk.” I was totally right to trust him. “But I made him do it anyway,” she continues, “because I couldn’t handle anymore rejection last night.” We really need to do something about her self-esteem. And the stupidest part is that a guy like
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