Lancemc
Blue Crack Addict
Shit, so I promised myself I would never make another thread here, considering how the last one turned out. But dammit, I'm pissed right now, and I don't currently have anyone appropriate to vent to. Here's the story.
Last night, I went to a party with two of my roommates and supposedly best friend here in D.C, Dave (the giant douche in question). When we get there (shitty frat house with warm beer, horrah! We promptly left after 15 minutes), we meet up with our friend Molly and a friend of hers from the Swim Team she's involved with here. I've very briefly met this other girl, Caroline, once or twice before, but this was the first time I really got to talk to her in any depth. We all leave the party together, and decide to do a bit more drinkin' back at my suite. I go with her and Molly to their dorm to buy some mixers, and come back to the suite. By this time, about 2AM, there are about 12 total people in the two-room suite.
My roommate and a few people are in our room having a drunken jam session (which didn't take long for the RA's to notice and write us all up for, BTW), and I went in the other room with Molly, Caroline, my two other suitemates, and Dave. I quickly find myself sitting on a bed next to Caroline, the two of us joking around with everyone else and reading Stephen Colbert's "I Am America (And So Can You)". To keep things brief, we really seemed to hit it off, have a lot in common, there was a bit of flirtatious contact back and both, and so on. Anyway, I really liked her, and she seemed to be responsive, and I didn't really try to keep it any secret to anyone there that I was interested, and I think (the booze didn't help my judgement I'm sure) neither did she. And later that "night" Dave even made a mention that he noticed I was interested.
So this is what happens today. Both he and I friend her on facebook, which isn't a big deal, because he friends just about anyone with tits, so whatever. But later I see him leaving her a little message like "Friday, Saturday, maybe Sunday too? Third time's a charm" or some shit. And she's like "Well, sure, just text me if there's anything going on tonight." Now, he and I go to dinner together tonight and hang out in my room for a couple hours, and the entire time I see him sending these texts every couple minutes or so, and I obviously noticed who he was talking to. But the thing that killed me was, he never once mentioned to me that he was talking to her, and planning to do something later tonight. And I could tell, as the night went on, he'd just make more awkward jokes and force my attention than usual, because it's so obvious he knows he's being underhanded and (selfish? Is it?) knowing full well I liked this girl quite a bit.
Then after the Giants/Packers game tonight, with me in the room, he outright asks my roommate if he wants to go drink with him and "Caroline, Molly's friend from last night" somewhere with him tonight. Doesn't even look at me, doesn't acknowledge my glare, doesn't invite me, nothing. So he leaves, and I'm assuming off they went, because my roommate left shortly thereafter.
Now, I'm just trying to figure out whether I have the right to be angry, the right to feel as hurt and betrayed as I do right now? Now maybe I should have taken a bit more initiative today and asked her to do something myself, but Christ, excuse me for wanting to wait a day or two to ask a girl out. And it's not just the fact that I didn't do anything about it, or be more upfront today, because maybe I should have done something, I don't know, I thought I was doing fine for a change! But I feel utterly betrayed, dismissed, looked down on, I don't know what. I feel like someone I thought cared about me as a friend, and even as a better friend than most people, would act so clearly selfishly, inconsiderately, deceptively, and make me question a friendship that's been so strongly forged over the past year and a half.
Maybe I'm overreacting, but what should I do here? Do I talk to him about it outright? Do I ignore it, brush it off as him just being the usual ass he can be (never to me though, not like this) and just press my luck with this wonderful girl anyway? Well, I mean, I know I should at least wait until my roommate comes back tonight and see what happened, and see if Dave mentions anything at all about it first, before I flip too much shit, but I'm still a bit dumbfounded over the whole thing.
This one friend always calls me a misanthrope, and I guess he's right to a joking extent, but dammit, I really do hate people sometimes.
Last night, I went to a party with two of my roommates and supposedly best friend here in D.C, Dave (the giant douche in question). When we get there (shitty frat house with warm beer, horrah! We promptly left after 15 minutes), we meet up with our friend Molly and a friend of hers from the Swim Team she's involved with here. I've very briefly met this other girl, Caroline, once or twice before, but this was the first time I really got to talk to her in any depth. We all leave the party together, and decide to do a bit more drinkin' back at my suite. I go with her and Molly to their dorm to buy some mixers, and come back to the suite. By this time, about 2AM, there are about 12 total people in the two-room suite.
My roommate and a few people are in our room having a drunken jam session (which didn't take long for the RA's to notice and write us all up for, BTW), and I went in the other room with Molly, Caroline, my two other suitemates, and Dave. I quickly find myself sitting on a bed next to Caroline, the two of us joking around with everyone else and reading Stephen Colbert's "I Am America (And So Can You)". To keep things brief, we really seemed to hit it off, have a lot in common, there was a bit of flirtatious contact back and both, and so on. Anyway, I really liked her, and she seemed to be responsive, and I didn't really try to keep it any secret to anyone there that I was interested, and I think (the booze didn't help my judgement I'm sure) neither did she. And later that "night" Dave even made a mention that he noticed I was interested.
So this is what happens today. Both he and I friend her on facebook, which isn't a big deal, because he friends just about anyone with tits, so whatever. But later I see him leaving her a little message like "Friday, Saturday, maybe Sunday too? Third time's a charm" or some shit. And she's like "Well, sure, just text me if there's anything going on tonight." Now, he and I go to dinner together tonight and hang out in my room for a couple hours, and the entire time I see him sending these texts every couple minutes or so, and I obviously noticed who he was talking to. But the thing that killed me was, he never once mentioned to me that he was talking to her, and planning to do something later tonight. And I could tell, as the night went on, he'd just make more awkward jokes and force my attention than usual, because it's so obvious he knows he's being underhanded and (selfish? Is it?) knowing full well I liked this girl quite a bit.
Then after the Giants/Packers game tonight, with me in the room, he outright asks my roommate if he wants to go drink with him and "Caroline, Molly's friend from last night" somewhere with him tonight. Doesn't even look at me, doesn't acknowledge my glare, doesn't invite me, nothing. So he leaves, and I'm assuming off they went, because my roommate left shortly thereafter.
Now, I'm just trying to figure out whether I have the right to be angry, the right to feel as hurt and betrayed as I do right now? Now maybe I should have taken a bit more initiative today and asked her to do something myself, but Christ, excuse me for wanting to wait a day or two to ask a girl out. And it's not just the fact that I didn't do anything about it, or be more upfront today, because maybe I should have done something, I don't know, I thought I was doing fine for a change! But I feel utterly betrayed, dismissed, looked down on, I don't know what. I feel like someone I thought cared about me as a friend, and even as a better friend than most people, would act so clearly selfishly, inconsiderately, deceptively, and make me question a friendship that's been so strongly forged over the past year and a half.
Maybe I'm overreacting, but what should I do here? Do I talk to him about it outright? Do I ignore it, brush it off as him just being the usual ass he can be (never to me though, not like this) and just press my luck with this wonderful girl anyway? Well, I mean, I know I should at least wait until my roommate comes back tonight and see what happened, and see if Dave mentions anything at all about it first, before I flip too much shit, but I'm still a bit dumbfounded over the whole thing.
This one friend always calls me a misanthrope, and I guess he's right to a joking extent, but dammit, I really do hate people sometimes.