Ok. I am making this thread to vent a bit. You don't have to read it. I wouldn't say I'm upset about any of this, or that angry, I just want to write it down. And maybe get some explanations, lol. I've tried my best to make it fairly readable, I guess. But seriously don't even really read all of this if you have better things to do (I hope you do)



Alright. I've mentioned this in another thread on the board, I think, maybe once or twice. On Monday, November 1st, the night before Barack Obama was elected the 44th President Of The United States Of America, a girl (who will henceforth be referred to as "Girl") who lives down the hall from me, who I'd had minimal interaction with prior to these events, writes on my facebook wall something of the lines of "We are going out tomorrow night. You should come." She writes a similar message on my roommate's wall, who knows her equally. We had met her sometime around the beginning of the quarter originally, but only really through her roommate, so I was a bit surprised when she asked us to go out with them. But cool. We'll hang out with some different people.

So the following night, on election night, we go over to Girl's room. We drink, play games, watch the election coverage, etc. This involves at its height maybe ten people. A number of the other girls decide to go to the Student Center for some kind of Obama party, I think, whatever. Girl, Girl's roommate, and I decide to go to this shitty dive bar on the other side of campus that doesn't exactly care about such frivolous matters as the 21 law. Girl insists on buying me a pack of cigarettes on the way there, because she claims she smoked a bunch of mine the past Friday, where we'd ran into each other at a party. She had, in fact, borrowed only 1. It's a nice gesture. Maybe it means something?

[this is already far, far too long]

The following Thursday, Girl texts me: "hey, what are you doing tonight? we're going to The Skull (shitty dive bar) later, you should come!" I ask my roommate whether he has received the same text. He has not, which leads him quickly to jump to the conclusion that Girl wants my dick. I may agree with him.

The next weekend, Girl texts me again. Friday night, I believe. Wants to hang out. My buddies and I are hanging out in my room, Girl comes over with 2 of her friends. We play beer pong. She asks me if her "friend" can come over. I say sure, why not. Friend ends up being a guy. We'll call him Marv. I get vibes from him that he is not interested in mere friendship. She seems to be responding similarly. She and Marv leave about 20 minutes later. Fine. I wasn't actively interested in Girl in the first place, I must have mistaken my previous encounters with her for signals of some sort.

She texts me about 3 hours later (more or less word-for-word): "I really wanted to actually hang with you tonight!"



Well then why in the hell did you leave with Marv? I show this text to my friends who I'm around at the time. All of them agree that she does, indeed, like me. One of them is even a girl. How can she be wrong?

The "what are you doing tonight" texts continue throughout the last 2 weeks of the quarter, from both my end and hers. At this point, I'm interested, mostly because I think she is. And she seems cool: Loves Bob Dylan, finds the British version of the Office superior to the American. I can dig that. And she's fucking sexy.

Final weekend of the quarter, it's Girl's birthday. Her friends invite my roommate and I to her surprise party they're throwing her. And wouldn't you know it, it's at Marv's house. Alright then.

At this party, I'm... uh, firing on all cylinders, as you might say. Girl asks me to be her beer pong parter. We're having good conversation. I've broken the touch barrier (it being a loud party and such). A bit later on, as the party is dwindling down a bit and everyone is considerably more drunk, I notice that Marv is making moves. Trying to kiss Girl, etc. I don't exactly take note of her reactions, because in my inebriated state, emotions are more free flowing, and this rejection factor isn't sitting well with me, but I get the feeling this is a more established relationship than what I've got with her right now. As my roommate and I go to leave, along with Girl's roommate and a few of her other friends, Girl remains. Says she wants to stay til the end of the party, because it is her party, after all. Fair enough. I get the feeling she is going to sleep with Marv.

We hang out once more before the quarter ends, at her request, of course. Nothing happens. Lots of people around, no alone time, I wasn't about to just make some kind of drastic move or anything. We promise to keep in touch over the upcoming 7 week break. Neither of us really keep our promise.

Fast-forward to last week.

I return to campus on Sunday. Me and another of my friends are taking a class with Girl on Monday. After class, Girl's friend had told my roommate they want to watch The Dark Knight later that night with us. Girl doesn't necessarily say she's going to watch the movie as well, but it's somewhat implied, I guess.

Few hours later, when Girl's roommate and another of her friends come down to my room to watch the movie, Girl is missing. She's went to Marv's.

Fabulous.

At this point, I'm beginning to feel like, alright, this isn't going to happen. She's seeing this Marv. Fine by me, I'm done with this. She texts me the next day: "Sorry I missed the movie last night! I think I would have just fallen asleep anyways..." Whatever. At this point, I've made a vow: I'm done texting her, requesting to hang out with her. Not to sound like a complete jackass, but I've got no real use for another female friend with whom I don't have a chance of having sex. I've been the "nice guy" all my life, I've fucking got enough of those already. If this whole situation has any potential at all, I'm gonna let her do all the pursuing.

She does.

Texts me every night of the weekend wanting to "pregame" or whatever it is us college kids do before going out for the night. We do.

On Saturday night, my friend Mike does a little bit of investigative journalism. He talks to Girl's roommate. Apparently, Girl and Marv are "sort of" dating. Girl doesn't talk much about it, really, and is in general being pretty secretive about Marv. She certainly doesn't say a damn thing to me about him, anyway. She just likes to flirt with me. but you know what? With the information Mike attained for me, I can wash my hands of the situation. Fine. She's dating this guy, I'm not interested enough to try and continually pursue her despite this knowledge. I feel better.

She texts me earlier today, wanting to get dinner with me before the class we have together. We do. I would describe her demeanor as "flirty."



Finally, after leaving class around 7 PM tonight, she tells me and my buddy that she and her roommates are watching Pineapple Express, and that we should come over and watch it with them. OK then. We do.

About 20 minutes into the movie, she kind of whispers to her roommate that she is, yes, you guessed it, going to Marv's house. I don't think anyone else was supposed to hear, but I do. As she's leaving, my friend asks her where she's going. She replies with a simple, dismissive, "Out." Doesn't say anything to me upon leaving. Not "bye." No wave. Nothing.

cut and run, man, cut and run. psycho bitch.

btw, these encounters get a lot more desperate and socially demeaning the further away you get from college. i only graduated last may and im beginning to understand that whole "real world" jargon. its not about work or bills or any of that. its the women. they. are. fucking. psychos.

I second parchy. Cut out dude. Sounds like she wants to keep you around until she's done with Marv (which is a fucking terrible name by the way, where the fuck do you find these people?). Unless you're down with waiting and being shoulder to cry on and maybe one day having weird awkward sex, I would suggest cuting and running.

Also, cunt.

see even if thats the case though, maybe especially if thats the case, id still tell her to fuck off. who is she to start up some demented dude queue for when shes bored with lackey dumbass number one? screw that, man. there are other chicks out there with intelligent opinions on robert altman and 60's folk music and james nachtwey and all that mess. and they probably aren't retarded enough to drag your ass out on a string while she messes around with some douche thats a party to the whole thing. its college, you're sitting on the world's natural reserve of kickass chicks. take advantage, it aint there for long.

oh come on mick, weird awkward sex is where its at

but really, I have taken a "no bullshit" policy and will tell this type of girl to level with me and tell her off is she thought she was doing nothing wrong.

don't be a woman's intellectual whore

Name isn't really Marv, would be great if it was though.

Just, why in the fuck can't you be straight me, woman? That's all I ask, really.

Responses have been good so far, as well. Thanks guys.

its really not as bad as it sounds

yes it is. well, when you want more out it, it is.

well then, alrighty

Also, it appears that my roommate may be fooling around with Girl's roommate. These two, of course, would probably not have met if not for this whole series of events.

Le sigh.

in the meantime, theres always internet porn while he is fooling around with her

This is true.

socks on doors. never forget the socks on the doors.

Its good that you're venting about this. It doesn't really do anything, but its good to just get it off your chest.
Ya live, ya learn, I guess.

this thread is getting the journo in me going. im going to write a short story, and then im gonna post it on here. and then im gonna open the floor. and then we're gonna chat.

YOU DID SOMETHING CONSTRUCTIVE BILLTOPPER.

do you get engaged at the end of this one?

no i wont be copying and pasting this biatch

Is this really short story worthy, parch?

But yes, mecca, venting is good.