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I posted about a night out on Friday, which ended in me leaving at about midnight so I could ride home for free on the metro instead of staying and having to pay for a taxi later on.
After recovering we went to The Wal's brother's for a BBQ (me, Wal, Fos, Wal's bird and Wal's younger brother) Drank lots of Thai beer (it was only 5%, not like the minimum 8% stuff over there but it tasted about the same) and had a laugh.
Wal enjoys inflicting pain on his friends and decided to try and get me to submit to some wrist lock thingy which really hurt. After fighting for about five minutes I gave up, and then his younger brother Sean wanted to see if he could pick me up. Being stupid, I let him and soon I was spinning around. Instead of dropping me on the sofa nice and safely, only my upper torso hit the nice padded cushions, part of my back hit the hard edge and there was a big crack.
Everyone thought they'd snapped my spine but it was just the wheel on the sofa. Wal's brother then tried to pick up the Fos man and ended up falling through a table (basically put his head through it) He's only 16 bless him, and he was totally mortal; kept threatening people during the taxi ride home.
In between fighting off The Wal Brothers and talking to a Thai girl on the phone I started getting texts off little Gemma, asking if I could keep a secret. Seems Katie, the lovely, curvy blonde did something she shouldn't have in an alleyway with a lad from work who was cracking onto her all night. When I say she's lovely, I really mean it, she's so friendly and will talk to anyone, which is a problem in town when every lad and his dad comes up to try and work the magic. I was keeping an eye on her, pulling her away from large groups of lads and wanted to make sure she got home alright in a taxi. Of course that didn't happen when they disappeared to go clubbing and I left early.
I thought she'd be alright as there were still a few lasses out, but I was a little concerned because everyone else out was a lad who wanted to crack onto her.
If it did indeed happen then I feel a little responsible. Aye, I wasn't the one doing her against a wall, but if I'd stayed out I feel I could've continued keeping an eye on her as she got a bit more drunk. She's trusting and naive but I didn't think she'd cheat on her boyfriend. Even if I'd just said goodbye before they went clubbing I could've told her to stick with Gemma all night, or asked Gemma to keep an eye on her.
Now I don't know what to say to her on Monday morning, do I act like I don't know? Do I ask if she's alright? If I know her I'm sure she's feeling mighty guilty herself, I don't want to rub it in but I also want to make sure she's OK. I don't think she'll get any sympathy from Gemma...
Of course it could all be a lie, the guy who said he did it could've just been bragging to his mates, or someone got the wrong end of the stick. Like I said I never thought she'd cheat on her boyfriend, especially since they've been together for over two years.
I need some advice people, I'm her friend and I'm meant to be there for her, not pass judgement.
Oh, and to lighten the mood a bit, Wal and Sean dropped me on the grass in the garden and literally kicked my ass. And I've got bruises and marks on my arms. Still, I won't have the headache Sean will after putting his head through a small table.
After recovering we went to The Wal's brother's for a BBQ (me, Wal, Fos, Wal's bird and Wal's younger brother) Drank lots of Thai beer (it was only 5%, not like the minimum 8% stuff over there but it tasted about the same) and had a laugh.
Wal enjoys inflicting pain on his friends and decided to try and get me to submit to some wrist lock thingy which really hurt. After fighting for about five minutes I gave up, and then his younger brother Sean wanted to see if he could pick me up. Being stupid, I let him and soon I was spinning around. Instead of dropping me on the sofa nice and safely, only my upper torso hit the nice padded cushions, part of my back hit the hard edge and there was a big crack.
Everyone thought they'd snapped my spine but it was just the wheel on the sofa. Wal's brother then tried to pick up the Fos man and ended up falling through a table (basically put his head through it) He's only 16 bless him, and he was totally mortal; kept threatening people during the taxi ride home.
In between fighting off The Wal Brothers and talking to a Thai girl on the phone I started getting texts off little Gemma, asking if I could keep a secret. Seems Katie, the lovely, curvy blonde did something she shouldn't have in an alleyway with a lad from work who was cracking onto her all night. When I say she's lovely, I really mean it, she's so friendly and will talk to anyone, which is a problem in town when every lad and his dad comes up to try and work the magic. I was keeping an eye on her, pulling her away from large groups of lads and wanted to make sure she got home alright in a taxi. Of course that didn't happen when they disappeared to go clubbing and I left early.
I thought she'd be alright as there were still a few lasses out, but I was a little concerned because everyone else out was a lad who wanted to crack onto her.
If it did indeed happen then I feel a little responsible. Aye, I wasn't the one doing her against a wall, but if I'd stayed out I feel I could've continued keeping an eye on her as she got a bit more drunk. She's trusting and naive but I didn't think she'd cheat on her boyfriend. Even if I'd just said goodbye before they went clubbing I could've told her to stick with Gemma all night, or asked Gemma to keep an eye on her.
Now I don't know what to say to her on Monday morning, do I act like I don't know? Do I ask if she's alright? If I know her I'm sure she's feeling mighty guilty herself, I don't want to rub it in but I also want to make sure she's OK. I don't think she'll get any sympathy from Gemma...
Of course it could all be a lie, the guy who said he did it could've just been bragging to his mates, or someone got the wrong end of the stick. Like I said I never thought she'd cheat on her boyfriend, especially since they've been together for over two years.
I need some advice people, I'm her friend and I'm meant to be there for her, not pass judgement.
Oh, and to lighten the mood a bit, Wal and Sean dropped me on the grass in the garden and literally kicked my ass. And I've got bruises and marks on my arms. Still, I won't have the headache Sean will after putting his head through a small table.
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Aw...6 more weeks of being Rosalind.
Then you'll be Mrs Ogre and forever removed from the clutches of other men.
Long as you're happy though (no sarcasm)
Then you'll be Mrs Ogre and forever removed from the clutches of other men.
Long as you're happy though (no sarcasm)
I only got 6 weeks of being single left *sob*
That sounds like repressed, soon-to-be-married yearning to me...
If some guy started to think that he should be looking out for me and protecting me or whatever, and decided what I should or should not be doing, I would be annoyed. A Girl should be allowed to make her own mistakes. Maybe your friend wanted to get screwed by a random guy in an alleyway. Its not up to you or anyone else to make that choice for her.
In my opinon :P
In my opinon :P
Goatboy wrote:
> Exactly.
> A woman frets because her mate humped somebody in an alleyway (that
> phrase just reeks of lynx, apple schnapps and "don't spill me
> chips").
> A bloke shrugs and goes back to his xbox.
Taking that one step further, imagine it was a bloke we were talking about in tis thread.
"oh no, blokey friend had a bit too much to drink last night, and ended up having sex with some girl in an alley!"
"OMFG, is he alright?"
EDIT: "I don't know, he won't speak to me. He just keeps whistling zip-adee doo dah, and jumping in the air clicking his heels together."
> Exactly.
> A woman frets because her mate humped somebody in an alleyway (that
> phrase just reeks of lynx, apple schnapps and "don't spill me
> chips").
> A bloke shrugs and goes back to his xbox.
Taking that one step further, imagine it was a bloke we were talking about in tis thread.
"oh no, blokey friend had a bit too much to drink last night, and ended up having sex with some girl in an alley!"
"OMFG, is he alright?"
EDIT: "I don't know, he won't speak to me. He just keeps whistling zip-adee doo dah, and jumping in the air clicking his heels together."
Me, Angry at you! I can't believe you said that!
Tsk
Tsk
Rosalind wrote:
> Its hardly your place to decide who she can shag, is it?
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Listen to Juggs, she's usually the voice of reason here (in between getting angry at me).
> Its hardly your place to decide who she can shag, is it?
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Listen to Juggs, she's usually the voice of reason here (in between getting angry at me).
Its hardly your place to decide who she can shag, is it?
Also, waving your cutlass around shouting "Get on that then, harpies" seems to work well.
Tilt's got a point, you're "one of them". Which means however much you playfight with Smasha and Chomp you might as well be wearing a dress.
Tilt's got a point, you're "one of them". Which means however much you playfight with Smasha and Chomp you might as well be wearing a dress.
You feel responsible?
She hardly slipped and fell on his dick. There was nothing you could do about the situation, she was drunk and obviously wanted to get jiggy even if she acted like she didn't.
One thing I can say on the situation is your girl friends obviously see you as one of the girls, if you want to get laid this side of the century I'd recommend changing this situation. Beat your chest a bit and show off your manly chest hair reguarly, I'd also recommend eating a lot of steaks in front of the girls and chugging down pints of ale.
She hardly slipped and fell on his dick. There was nothing you could do about the situation, she was drunk and obviously wanted to get jiggy even if she acted like she didn't.
One thing I can say on the situation is your girl friends obviously see you as one of the girls, if you want to get laid this side of the century I'd recommend changing this situation. Beat your chest a bit and show off your manly chest hair reguarly, I'd also recommend eating a lot of steaks in front of the girls and chugging down pints of ale.
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