To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. I spent weeks chatting with you. Complimenting you, confiding in you. Building up the nerve to ask you out. When I finally mustered the courage to do so, my heart skipped a beat when I got the ping from you on messenger, a simple 'yeah, sure' setting my heart asoar.

Date set, I showered and threw on my best graphic tee. I groomed my unkempt appearance acceptably. I even took the clippers to my sack and shaved my hairy balls for you! I walked into the dingy dive right at the time we agreed upon, spirits high at the prospect of finally finding a girlfriend. I put in the time, the effort. You owed this to me.

Minutes passed, turning to hours as I sat, drinking by myself, justifying to myself, rationalizing your tardiness. 'Oh, girls just need time to get ready.' I thought. 'The traffic tonight must be terrible.' I thought. I sent off a steady stream of messages to you, starting from playful and understanding, ranging to concern and outright pleading. I gradually came to realize I'd been stood up, feeling in my gut sinking faster than I could keep afloat by filling it with suds, upending one pint-glass after another.

I chatted with the bartender, accepting the consolation shot, the fire down my belly awakening a deeper fire within. I watched as friends sank dart after dart into a painted cord board. By the time last call came around, I was heartbroken, livid, and comfortably drunk. I stumbled out of the bar with the rest of the deviants, intent on hate-fucking my little pillow in my lonely bed until I passed out and forgot tonight ever happened.

As I walked through the back alleys of the town's pub crawl, the sight of a guy and a couple girls walking unsteady and chatting loudly ahead of me caught my attention. I watched and walked as one of the girls detached from the pack, waving off and saying good bye loudly to her friends as she stumbled about woodenly in a short dress and high heels into a lonely alleyway. After hearing a soft thud I hurried over, drunken concern written all over my face.

I rushed over as you tried clawing your way out of the trash bags you carelessly plodded into. As I got near, I stopped, recognition dawning on my face as I realized I knew you! Blood boiling, my vision went red. I balled my fist, thinking of how you dismissed me, how you treated me. What you did to me.

And to think, I used to be such a nice guy!

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