CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP.
Okay, so I don't usually curse, but I feel like this situation calls for it. So:
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck and all its fucking cognates (Hugh Laurie quote FTW).
Okay, I feel better. Now, the story behind the cursing, for those interested.
There's this guy. He was my best friend's friend/boyfriend of about two days who she then dumped (but they stayed friends). We were both in my friends quincenera, so we met each other and kind of became friends, saw a movie or two together as friends, talk on the phone about TV and such (he was actually a Stargate fan), etc.
Then, one day, he says he likes me. Actually, I'm pretty sure he skipped like and went straight to love. I didn't feel that way about him, no i just kind of avoided it. He let it alone for a while, then brought it up again. Finally, I told him I was taking my siblings to a nearby park, and that he could come so we could talk. So, he did, and he basically asked me to go out with him. I didn't really want to, so I kind of just kept saying stuff like, "No, I'm not ready, I don't want to have a boyfriend," etc. He kept asking, and I finally broke down and said yes. I left the park, called my best friend (the one I met him through), and spilled everything.
Eventually (as in about a half hour later), I called him, with my friend listening in on three-way calling because I'm a chicken, and told him that I was sorry, but I actually didn't want to be his girlfriend. He took it surprisingly well (he was more upset about the friend listening in), and things kind of went back to normal. We still talked on the phone, but it just felt awkward.
Then I get a call from the friend one day, saying that the guy (let's call him Bob), had said some really bad stuff about her, like lying about what she was doing with her boyfriend, making up stuff and telling her parents, etc. So, all of us got pissed at him: me, her, her family, etc. He kept calling me, trying to say that he was protecting her and stuff. Now, I know my friend, and I've known her for almost 7 years. She tells me EVERYTHING, so I knew all the stuff he said about her wasn't true without a doubt.
To make a long story slightly less long, I told him I didn't want to talk to him anymore, and that I essentially didn't want to be his friend or anything else. Harsh, but he didn't seem to get the message form the hints I'd dropped before. He agreed, though he visited my house a couple times afterwards. He has a tendency to show up without calling, which brings me to the latest crisis.
So, its the 4th of July, about 12:00 midnight, and my house phone rings. All my friends know that that's too late to call my house, so I wondered who it was. It was my friend, saying, "Guess who's at my house."
BOB.
OH CRAP. He's baaaack.
Sidenote: he'd joined the Marines, so he's been in and out of town. That's mostly why I haven't heard from him. Now, I'm just hoping he doesn't decide to randobly show up at my house again, because that would be not cool. He swore that he would stay out of my life, and I'm hoping he keeps that promise.
Okay, done. Sorry about the long dramatic post, but I'm kind of freaking out a little bit.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck and all its fucking cognates (Hugh Laurie quote FTW).
Okay, I feel better. Now, the story behind the cursing, for those interested.
There's this guy. He was my best friend's friend/boyfriend of about two days who she then dumped (but they stayed friends). We were both in my friends quincenera, so we met each other and kind of became friends, saw a movie or two together as friends, talk on the phone about TV and such (he was actually a Stargate fan), etc.
Then, one day, he says he likes me. Actually, I'm pretty sure he skipped like and went straight to love. I didn't feel that way about him, no i just kind of avoided it. He let it alone for a while, then brought it up again. Finally, I told him I was taking my siblings to a nearby park, and that he could come so we could talk. So, he did, and he basically asked me to go out with him. I didn't really want to, so I kind of just kept saying stuff like, "No, I'm not ready, I don't want to have a boyfriend," etc. He kept asking, and I finally broke down and said yes. I left the park, called my best friend (the one I met him through), and spilled everything.
Eventually (as in about a half hour later), I called him, with my friend listening in on three-way calling because I'm a chicken, and told him that I was sorry, but I actually didn't want to be his girlfriend. He took it surprisingly well (he was more upset about the friend listening in), and things kind of went back to normal. We still talked on the phone, but it just felt awkward.
Then I get a call from the friend one day, saying that the guy (let's call him Bob), had said some really bad stuff about her, like lying about what she was doing with her boyfriend, making up stuff and telling her parents, etc. So, all of us got pissed at him: me, her, her family, etc. He kept calling me, trying to say that he was protecting her and stuff. Now, I know my friend, and I've known her for almost 7 years. She tells me EVERYTHING, so I knew all the stuff he said about her wasn't true without a doubt.
To make a long story slightly less long, I told him I didn't want to talk to him anymore, and that I essentially didn't want to be his friend or anything else. Harsh, but he didn't seem to get the message form the hints I'd dropped before. He agreed, though he visited my house a couple times afterwards. He has a tendency to show up without calling, which brings me to the latest crisis.
So, its the 4th of July, about 12:00 midnight, and my house phone rings. All my friends know that that's too late to call my house, so I wondered who it was. It was my friend, saying, "Guess who's at my house."
BOB.
OH CRAP. He's baaaack.
Sidenote: he'd joined the Marines, so he's been in and out of town. That's mostly why I haven't heard from him. Now, I'm just hoping he doesn't decide to randobly show up at my house again, because that would be not cool. He swore that he would stay out of my life, and I'm hoping he keeps that promise.
Okay, done. Sorry about the long dramatic post, but I'm kind of freaking out a little bit.