I can’t be your friend

“Her reaction was surprising, she looked like a thief who got caught red handed”. Right now, I’m super excited. I am telling my friend Mark the events of yesterday without omitting details: I want him to fully
grasp what happened

- Are you insinuating that she wanted to kiss you, he asks me.
- Yes, I reply.
- I hate to be the bearer of the bad news, but I think Betty is just not that into you.
- Why do you say that?
- She does not want you to hurt so she made you believe she didn’t kiss you because her boyfriend was there.
- Oh yeah?
- If she wanted to kiss you, she would have done it. When a woman wants something, she always gets it.
- Shut up!

Mark is probably right, but I do not want to hear that right now. We quickly change the subject because he’s noticed that I am starting to get irritated.

But before proceeding with the story, I think we need to have a little flashback.

Betty and I are on the dancefloor. I whisper to her ear: “I love you. I’m not in love with Mary, I’m in love with you”. She smiles. I hold her tighter. My lips are inches away from hers. I close my eyes, I’m about to kiss her when suddenly she says: “Shit, my boyfriend is here.”

I turn around and I see Betty’s boyfriend. He looks like a NFL player. I want to beat him up, but I am aware that if I ever try to fight with him, he will send me into a coma in less than two seconds.

- Pascal, here is Peter, says Betty.

He looks at me straight in the eye and then he shakes my hand firmly. I feel like he is trying to crush my knuckles.

- I heard a lot about you, he says.
- That’s funny, I’ve never heard about you, I reply.

Judging by the look on her face, Betty doesn’t appreciate my last comment. I’m drunk which means that I don’t control myself anymore.

The two lovebirds are beginning to dance together and they are makingout on the dancefloor. It is making me sick. I down a couple of drinks then, I decide to go home. I take my coat and I bump into Sharon, Betty’s friend.

- You’re leaving without saying goodbye?, she asks me.
- I’m going home, I am not feeling well, I reply.

A stupid idea crosses my mind. Why not take Sharon home with me? She’s always had a crush for me. If I sleep with her tonight, Betty is not going to be mad and I will get my revenge. Nah! I’m 22, I’m too old to
play these silly games. I need to stop manipulating people, I need to grow the fuck up.

I say goodbye, but before leaving I give her a warm hug and I bite her ear tenderly (one of my exes told me ears are an erogenous zone for some women). Don’t ask me why I did it. I’m drunk, I don’t control
myself anymore. She smiles, it means that she likes it.

- Why did you do that?, she asks me.
- It’s my way of complimenting pretty girls. I hope you are not offended.
- No, no, I’m just surprised.

I smile. “With Pascal, always expect the unexpected. I gotta go, good night.”

Flash forward: 24 hours later, I’m meditating, the phone in my hand.Finally, I decide to call Betty.

-Hello, Betty
- Hi Pascal
- How are you doing?
- I am a little tired. By the way, you left without saying goodbye yesterday. What was that all about?
- I got tired of watching you kissing your boyfriend. You should be a little more sensitive towards my feelings. You know damn well that I love you, but that does not stop you from kissing your boyfriend in
front of me. I am a little disappointed by your attitude.
- You say you love me, but that doesn’t prevent you from flirting with Sharon.
- Sharon is crazy about me. If I wanted to sleep with her, I would have done it.

(Editor’s note: You’ve probably noticed it: I will never change. My arrogance will kill me).

- That’s not what she told me. She told me that you bit her ear and you kept the complimenting her the whole night. You probably wanted to sleep with her, but she told me she is not interested in being your “backup plan” .
- The bitch is lying … Anyway, I didn’t call to talk about Sharon. Last night, something happened: Is it just me or were we about to kiss?
- I don’t know …

Obviously, Betty doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe, she is unable to talk about it because she is chilling with Peter right now. I don’t give a fuck, I have to get to the bottom of this. I insist.

-Did you want me to kiss you?
- Maybe
- No means no, maybe means yes.

She remains silent. I continue.

- Betty, I love you and last night taught me one valuable lesson: I can not be your friend. I can’t stand to see you with another man. I want you to be my girlfriend. If you want to keep me in your life, you
have to break up with your boyfriend.

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