ANGRY WEDNESDAY: AWKWARD STORY
31st October 2013
By Amanda Kerr
The most insane thing happened to me this very morning.
Being the little hussy I am, I went to a guys house last night. Lets call him Lucifer. I had never met him before, but we had been set up to meet by a friend. It was a risk, so I gave my friends his address in case I became a missing person.
If only that’s what happened…
After being very nervous, taking my bag of make up in my car with me for touch ups and using my map to get to Lucifer’s house, we played a drinking game to Cabin in the Woods. The rules consist of having a shot every time:
- Someone swears
- There is fresh blood or mist
- Someone dies
- They say “Lets get this party started” (this happens quite a lot)
- A new monster is introduced
And so on. You can imagine the height of our intoxication after half an hour. After the film we fell asleep. It was innocent, just a bit of spooning with a kind guy after a fun drinking game.
This morning at 6, I heard loud knocking at his front door. Being dumb and oblivious I asked him “Oh, is a postie here giving you a package?”
No, it wasn’t.
His crazy ex girlfriend busted in before he could get there and stood over me yelling. I’ve never heard a bunch of profanities put together make so much sense before. This girl was articulate, despite the fact she was going ape shit. Calling me a whore and asking if I had a good night, all I could think to respond with was “It’s too early for this shit”.
She proceeded to scream at me and ask what happened as Lucifer threw her out the front door and tried to calm her down. I sat on the bed thinking about what to do. I had never been in this situation before. In a bit of shock I decided to giggle and text a friend about what just happened. It felt like a scene from a movie.
This got me thinking, why is it that the “other girl” in these situations is always made to look like the bad person? You don’t know her, maybe she’s a lovely, smart, independent lady who wanted some dick. She isn’t necessarily a slut.
No cheating was involved in this story of course, but when it comes to infidelity, I believe the “other person” receives a lot more abuse than they deserve. Why should they get blamed? They just want a good time. The person in the relationship committing the love-crime should be the only person to blame. They’re the one in the relationship.
I then used this awkward situation as an excuse to leave, as I hate making up excuses to leave places in the morning. So I walked out, drove home and am now ready to never see Lucifer again. Nobody got time for crazy ex girlfriends.