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I know where you're coming from. I met this girl Emma one night and I instantly fell in love. We stayed in touch and eventually I told her how I felt. She told me that she had similar feelings towards me, but even more so towards someone else. Someone else turned out to be my best friend. Throughout the following 6 or 8 months I watched them hook up have a great time and blow me off. Again and again. Emma was horrible towards me. I was always there for her and she was always a bitch to me. Eventually I meet her best friend, Ashley. I like her a lot, but somethings missing. She was just too dull for me. Into the "straight edge" and loved her misery, just not for me. Well I find from Emma that this girl has fallen for me. And hard. She's borderline manic depressive, and I just dont need that baggage in my life. But I'm an idiot and I go out with her anyways. I watched her fall deeper in love with me when I felt very little in return. I liked her a lot, but I was still stuck on Emma. Then Ashley started growing weird to me. She was really suspicious and whenever I'd mention Emma she'd get all jealous sounding. Well I found out that even though Emma was still with my best friend, she was now in love with me. Well this is really complicated. I was with her best friend; she was with my best friend, and we were into eachother. Eventually there is a falling out between me and Emma. She kicked me in the nuts and insulted me and I told her I hated her. That was the last straw. I was done with this girl. I broke up with Ashley, and she turned in to a depressive nut. I found out recently that Emma still loves me and still is with Justin, however we are not best friends anymore.
The moral of the story is: Stay away from French women.
Again, I'm sorry bro, women are a crazy breed.
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