The worst evening of my life

Betty came back to Toronto. She has to prepare for her final exams. She’s been away for two weeks so she has a lot of catching up to do. We’ve met very briefly.

Me too, I am pretty busy. This is my last semester, I am working extra hard: I am trying to get the Magna Cum Laude distinction. Oh! You are surprised? You thought I was just a moron who spends his life running after girls? Don’t be fooled, I am also a brilliant student.

Throughout the month of April, Betty and I are communicating by SMS. We are super busy. As soon as my exams are done, I decide to call her.

- So what are you doing tonight?
- I’m going to my friend’s house to watch a movie, she says.
- Who is it?
- You don’t know him.
- Oh, you’re going to a guy’s house? At 9 PM? To watch a movie?
- Yes
- Are you sleeping with him?

Betty does not answer the question. He who remains silent, gives consent.

- How long have you been sleeping with him?
- It’s been a week, she says.

Betty has just struck a dagger in my heart. The pain I feel is indescribable.

- But I thought you loved me, I said.
- I changed my mind. I think it’s better that we stay friends. If we start dating, it will complicate our relationship and I don’t want to lose our friendship: it’s precious.
- If you continue to say stupid things like that, you will lose it permanently.

Suddenly, I am aggressive. You know, women, when they are hurt, they cry. Men, when they suffer, they become violent.

- I understand your disappointment, but you can not blame me, she continues. We’ve known each other for 6 months. Many times you’ve had the opportunity, but you’ve never tried to kiss me.
- Oh yeah?
- Several times, I wanted you take me in your arms and to kiss me, but you’ve never done it. You know why?
- Why?
- Because you’re still in love with Mary.

Once again, Mary has ruined my life. I am depressed by the news that Betty just told me.

- And you, why didn’t you kiss me?
- Pascal, I’m a girl. The guy is supposed to take the first step.

Amazing how women contradict themselves constantly. They want to rule the planet, but they lack the balls to take initiatives. They still have that “waiting attitude”.

- So what is his name?
- Peter, she replied
- Where does he come from?
- Liberia

I’m so disappointed, I decide to interrupt the conversation abruptly. I pull with violence the poster of George Weah which was above my bed. Fuck Liberia! Never have I ever hated a country as much.

I am losing my mind. I go to my computer. Michael Jackson is my favourite singer, but I can no longer listen to his song Liberian Girl. I immediately delete it from my computer.

It’s getting late, but I’m too angry to sleep. I need do to do something. Mary is still mad at me so I can not call her. I’ll have to content myself with Jennifer: she is less beautiful than Mary, but hey, I can not be choosy right now.

- Hello, Jennifer.
- Hello, Pascal, what do you want?, she asked in a very aggressive tone.
- I just want to talk with you, I answered.
- Cut the bullshit. You just want to sleep with me. That’s why you call.

Damn, this chick is not stupid. She knows my intentions.

- Why are you so aggressive?, I ask her
- Listen, Pascal. Stop wasting my time. I gotta go, my boyfriend is waiting for me.

She hangs up. I’m stunned. Jennifer has a boyfriend? Who is the idiot who is dating her? She is not an ugly girl, far from that. Jennifer is actually a very beautiful lady. The only problem is that she is pretty loose and that’s the main reason why I never wanted to date her. She was crazy in love with me but I was never interested because I just can’t trust her: she has slept with half of the men on campus. It’s crazy!

This is probably the worst evening of my life. Even Jennifer doesn’t want me. My self esteem is at an all time low. I decide to watch my favourite cartoon: The Boondocks. At least them, they won’t let me down, they’ll cheer me up. I am sipping on my hennessy, eating some chips and I fall asleep peacefully.

The next day, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID: it’s Betty. I don’t pick up the phone. I have a huge migraine. The poster of George Weah is torn on the ground. The events of yesterday were not a nightmare, unfortunately. I take some aspirin, then I head to the shower. After I’m done, I finally decide to listen to the message that Betty has left on my answering machine.

- Hi, Pascal! I know you’re mad at me, but I just wanted to tell you that I am leaving Ottawa for good. I’m going to Toronto to get closer to my brother. Next week, we are organizing a farewell party. I really want you to come. Take care.

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