Ok this is a different kind of girl story from what you're used to.
I just spent an entire night up having a conversation with my closest friend. My closest friend is a girl that I will refer to as K. K and I stayed up all night basically discussing how great of friends we are, when I brought up to her the fact that it occasionally bothers me that she doesn't tell me certain things. K asked me what she doesn't tell me and I said
"Well for instance you never told me why you broke up with your latest boyfriend."
And then she replied.
"Oh I just really didn't want to talk about it."
And then she said...
"But if you really want to know, I'll tell you."
Ok now it's time for a little back story. My friend K is a relatively "good" girl. She likes to drink and party and whatnot, but she absolutely is against anything sexual. She doesn't want to do any of that jazz until she gets married. It's not that she's super religious or anything, she just doesn't want to go that far with a guy unless she knows she's going to hang onto him forever. I really respect this out of her, because she is one of the only girls I have ever met that has actually KEPT this up... Especially well into our second year at college.
So she then begins to tell me why she broke up with her latest boyfriend.
She threw him a party for his 21st birthday. She paid for absolutely everything, and decided she didn't want to get drunk because she knew he was going to try something. She had previously discussed her values with this guy and all that, so one would think that this wouldn't be a problem. Well as luck would have it, she got a bit drunk. She then proceeded to go up to her room to go to bed. Her boyfriend went with her. This had happened before, no big problem. He had tried stuff before, and she shut him down. She always reminded him why too. She didn't want to do that stuff quite yet. Well, her boyfriend happened to be one of those gents that doesn't drink. He didn't get drunk, even though it was his 21st. So he went up to her room with her, and she began getting tired. You know how it is when you're wasted. You can barely keep your eyes open. Finally she passed out, after shutting him down. She wakes up the next morning and felt kind of strange. She sat and thought for a while, and suddenly two images popped into her mind.
1. His hand going down her pants.
2. Her hand going down his pants.
She said she sat for a few minutes wondering if it was a dream, and then he awoke to tell her that it really happened. She basically told him that she didn't approve of this at all, and he didn't act like it was a big deal.
Well... When she told me this story, I thought it was a big deal. Apparantly this total choad of a ex didn't realise that when she said she didn't want to do anything sexual, that meant she didn't want to do anything sexual even if she was drunk. I told her that I wouldn't do anything to him, or his car... I also told her that I would do my best not to confront him about it, but I wouldn't lie. So next time I go over to her place, and he has decided to make an appearance, I'm not going to say anything, I'm just going to wait on him to ask me why I look so pissed off, and them I'm going to unload on him. And if he takes offense to anything I say, and decided to cast fists, I'm going to ruin his ****.
Not your average Massassi girl story.
NOTE: And just for the record this is one of those situations where the girl really IS my best friend, she and I actually hang out constantly and what-have-you. This isn't geek stalking girl best friend syndrome.
I just spent an entire night up having a conversation with my closest friend. My closest friend is a girl that I will refer to as K. K and I stayed up all night basically discussing how great of friends we are, when I brought up to her the fact that it occasionally bothers me that she doesn't tell me certain things. K asked me what she doesn't tell me and I said
"Well for instance you never told me why you broke up with your latest boyfriend."
And then she replied.
"Oh I just really didn't want to talk about it."
And then she said...
"But if you really want to know, I'll tell you."
Ok now it's time for a little back story. My friend K is a relatively "good" girl. She likes to drink and party and whatnot, but she absolutely is against anything sexual. She doesn't want to do any of that jazz until she gets married. It's not that she's super religious or anything, she just doesn't want to go that far with a guy unless she knows she's going to hang onto him forever. I really respect this out of her, because she is one of the only girls I have ever met that has actually KEPT this up... Especially well into our second year at college.
So she then begins to tell me why she broke up with her latest boyfriend.
She threw him a party for his 21st birthday. She paid for absolutely everything, and decided she didn't want to get drunk because she knew he was going to try something. She had previously discussed her values with this guy and all that, so one would think that this wouldn't be a problem. Well as luck would have it, she got a bit drunk. She then proceeded to go up to her room to go to bed. Her boyfriend went with her. This had happened before, no big problem. He had tried stuff before, and she shut him down. She always reminded him why too. She didn't want to do that stuff quite yet. Well, her boyfriend happened to be one of those gents that doesn't drink. He didn't get drunk, even though it was his 21st. So he went up to her room with her, and she began getting tired. You know how it is when you're wasted. You can barely keep your eyes open. Finally she passed out, after shutting him down. She wakes up the next morning and felt kind of strange. She sat and thought for a while, and suddenly two images popped into her mind.
1. His hand going down her pants.
2. Her hand going down his pants.
She said she sat for a few minutes wondering if it was a dream, and then he awoke to tell her that it really happened. She basically told him that she didn't approve of this at all, and he didn't act like it was a big deal.
Well... When she told me this story, I thought it was a big deal. Apparantly this total choad of a ex didn't realise that when she said she didn't want to do anything sexual, that meant she didn't want to do anything sexual even if she was drunk. I told her that I wouldn't do anything to him, or his car... I also told her that I would do my best not to confront him about it, but I wouldn't lie. So next time I go over to her place, and he has decided to make an appearance, I'm not going to say anything, I'm just going to wait on him to ask me why I look so pissed off, and them I'm going to unload on him. And if he takes offense to anything I say, and decided to cast fists, I'm going to ruin his ****.
Not your average Massassi girl story.
NOTE: And just for the record this is one of those situations where the girl really IS my best friend, she and I actually hang out constantly and what-have-you. This isn't geek stalking girl best friend syndrome.
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