Okay, story time.
I went on vacation. One of the girls I started talking to, and connect rather well with, ends up pairing up with this Abercrombie and Fitch-wearing man whore with Top Gun sunglasses. He is the alpha male for a group of guys that went on vacation together, and they have the collective maturity of a game lobby for Halo 3.
Despite my best efforts, she ends up hanging on this guy's arm for a few days - until he inevitably bangs not one or two, but three different broads. She finally catches on, stops talking to the loser, and we end up connecting near the tail end of the trip. Before I could seal the deal as it were, he swoops in with some ridiculous John Cusack-level bullshit and she leaves with him.
And I was close. I'm talking, garments were being taken off. She had my tie. She still has my tie.
I miss that tie.
So, it's now almost six months later, and this guy, who I not only dislike, but tried to punch of a friend of mine in the face and humiliate a few girls that did not fit in with his mail order catalog crowd, wants me to add him to Facebook. It's like the ultimate insult. And guess who our only mutual friend is? Her. The vacation broad. It's like, he is trying to e-slap me, by reminding me of my failures almost half a year later.
Fuck you, Facebook.