The whole story? OK here goes. I actually ended up going out with this girl twice, although the second time I was only playing wingman.
Anyway, This all happened about a year ago, but I'll start the story when I was back in high school. Two other guys and I hung out with a group of three gilrs from Sophmore year until we graduated. For the sake of the story, We'll call the three girls, "She-Bitch" "Big Nose" and "Horse Girl" One of my buddies was insanely in love with She-Bitch, but she basically jerked him around for three years and they never really dated although she always seemed to give him enough to keep him comming back for more. He never really got over her. After High school we all pretty much went our seperate ways. I ended up going to college with Big Nose, she and I were decent friends. We had a class together Freshman year, we sat next to each other and talked but never hung out outside of class. I also bumped into her on campus a couple times throughout College, but we never really talked after Freshman Year. I always kind of liked her, but never really did anything about it.
Fast forward around 3.5 years to the summer shortly after I had graduated from College. I was working at the Ceramics factory, and living back at home with my mom in the town where all of us grew up. One Night my buddy and I (the one who was in love with She-Bitch) were at a bar playing some pool, when out of the blue we ran into She-Bitch and Big Nose. It was already pretty close to last call, and we were all a little drunk, so we ended up chatting for around 10 minutes before we all went home. Before we left, we made a date he next night to all meet at a hotel restaurant where they both worked at around 8pm when they got off. Sounds like a date.
The next night my buddy (both under the impression that this was a date) and I both got dressed up and met She Bitch and Big Nose at the bar. They both paired off, Big Nose sat by me at the bar, and She Bitch sat next to my friend. We were just about through our first drink and having a good time catching up. When all of the sudden, two guys show up. One is introduced as Big Nose's fiancee, the other as She-Bitch's boyfriend. Since we were already in pretty deep, and since the four of us had been friends previously. Neither my friend or I could justify leaving, especially since we didn't want to let on that we thought this was going to be a date. So, the six of us finished our drinks and drove across town to a an Old Chicago's where She-Bitch, Big Nose and the boyfriends spent most of the evening talking about the finer points of Martini Bars and Wine drinking while managing to act as if Old C's was beneath them the entire night despite the fact that this was the bar They had picked. My friend spend most of the night staring at She-Bitch's boyfriend like he was about to stab him. I mentally checked out and alternated between intently studying my beer and watching basketball on the bar TV. After about 2 hours I finally managed to talk myself away, somehow managing to get through the night without blowing my brains out.
Fucking miserable, but at least, I figured I was free from them forever.
About 2 months later I get a call from Friend 3 who had been away for school over the course of the first part of the story. He was all excited because he had just received a call from She-Bitch, and was supposed to meet her and Big Nose Downtown in some East/West Fusion-Martini bar-Cocktail lounge bullshit joint that I knew I would hate immediately after hearing just the name. Friend 3 had recently become single after 2 very long term relationships and was (still is) on a mission to bang just about everything in a skirt. I told him about the miserable fucking fiancee evening, and warned that this was exactly what was about to happen. He didn't want to hear it, and was convinced he had a chance with She-Bitch. After something like 20 minutes of pleading that he desperately needed a wing-man for the night to keep Big Nose busy while he worked his game I eventually relented and agreed to meet them there later that night. At least, I knew what I was walking into this time.
I arrived on time to the restaurant, Friend 3, was classically about 45 minutes late. I waited outside outside in the cold for him to arrive determined to see as little of She-Bitch and Big nose as humanly possible. Friend 3 finally arrived, we went inside to find Big Nose with her Fiancee and She-Bitch with some Australian Toolbox. They had been nice enough to start eating without us, and lucky me Friend 3 decided not to let them know I was comming along, meaning that the booth was exactly 1 seat short. Fucking sweet. This wouldn't have been too awful except that this particular booth was raised about 6" off the ground and the chair I was forced to pull up was too short meaning I sat there like a second grader at the big kids table. I ended up paying like $8.95 for a noodle plate I didn't want, and another $5 for a Coors Light, I'm pretty sure I got shafted into pitching for a whole bunch of other shit I didn't eat because someone had the bright idea of splitting the tab up evenly. Anyway, She bitch talked to Friend 3 for all of like 5 minutes and spent the rest of the night ignoring him and melting all over Australian toolbox who was telling stories about planting trees in Africa for the impoverished something or other and bringing to light our lack of knowledge on the plight of the poor downtrodden (and apparently treeless) West-Africans. I ended the night about $40 poorer and about 100% more pissed off. Friend three never got laid and now I'm convinced She-Bitch does this on purpose for some sick reason.
I'm really not sure which night was worse.
