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This is why you don't steal your friends boy.
Girls are malicious like that. Every girl wants to be the girl that the other one wants to be. You know that quote: "Don't hate me cuz you ain't me?" Probably not, but my little sister said that all the time. Well here's what happened. Lisa, a friend that I used to snort a lot of coke with, started talking to this guy on myspace. He was her usual type, tall, rocker, wore makeup, had a bunch of tattoos. I didn't think he was that cute. His name was Vex. She told me that she really felt a connection with him through their online talks, and that she invited him to our Sunday Funday.
**We went to the Lure in Denver for $3 you call its every Sunday**
All 3 of us girls, Lisa, Katie and I, had dates...and all 3 of their names were Adam. (Vex's real name is Adam) This was the first time all 3 of us girls met the guys from myspace in person. Drinks were devoured in an effort to loosen up, and make a memorable night. Lisa and Katie went outside to smoke, and I leaned over to Vex and asked him what he thought of Lisa. He said he thought she was a cool chick, but wasn't interested in her romantically. Oooh what a let down. I felt bad for her, until he looked me in the eye and said "but I think you're fu**ing hot!" I was like OMG what a dog. I giggled and continued talking to my Adam the rest of the night. A few months went by, and Lisa and I grew apart. We stopped doing drugs together, and realized our friendship was just a facade. Take away the drugs, and sh*t I couldn't stand the B. We decided to hang out one night. It was her and a new guy, and myself. I got drunk and started feeling lonely. I thought to myself....hmm how can I be a complete as$h*le and ruin her night? I said:" Hey Lisa, what's Vex's number? I want to hang out with him. Is that ok?" She looked at me with a blank stare, knowing if she said no, she would have to explain her embarrassing rejection to her new man. So she said yes. I called Vex, and he said he wanted to hang out.
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I told him I was drunk,and didn't want to be alone. This was a clear invitation for a happy ending. He showed up 30 mins after I got off the phone with him, he ordered a few drinks, and we started making out hot and heavy. Right in front of her. I could see from her eyes she was hurt and upset. But for some reason that didn't phase me. All I could think of was "HAHA I GOT YOUR MAN" She wasn't even paying attention to the guy she was with, all she was focused on was ME. It felt nice. So Vex and I excused ourselves, and left to go to his house. I was so intoxicated, I couldn't even focus on the TV. He put in a movie, I think it was Pirates of the Carribbean. It was all a blur. We had sex, and after he threw the condom on the floor, he laid beside me for an exact count of 2 minutes.
"Ok Zoe, I have to take you home.My dad is gonna wake up soon." At that moment in time I knew this was going to be the last time I saw him and heard anything from him. He used me, just like I used him to be malicious towards a girl. Except it hurt much worse than hurting someone's feelings. I felt even more alone, than I did before he even showed up.
Girls, don't be a B, Karma will bite you in the A.
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That hurts.
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Jillian
Thanks, but no thanks. This was a time in my life that is way behind me now. I am much more mature now, and learned a great deal since this story occured.
Why are women bitches to other women? I mean where does it stem from? Is it the media? Careless parenting? Is there some genetic code like the survival of the fittest instinct found in jungles? Seriously, we hurt each other long before we have cubs to protect.
I'm not judging your actions Zoe, I'm simply trying to understand where they come from. Do you think you were just being immature? Drugs do make people do stupid shit, that's for sure. How big a role do you think the booze and coke played in your decisions? Sex, drugs, and rock&roll are all fun and games until it catches up to you. That sort of lifestyle ages people faster than it takes some men to come.
Those poor creatures!
Why do some women and most young girls have to hurt each other in order feel better about themselves? I heard on NPR the other day how "mean girls" are becoming a trendy epidemic in elementary schools everywhere. What are the messages that we absorb from society that render us so weak that we have to knock other females down to feel stronger? I hope that a lot of women on this site address these questions because it's important that we're strong on the inside and not just faking it on the outside in order to get by.
Just when I think I've wrapped my mind around this issue, it unravels all over again. I think your frank honesty is something to be emulated, Zoe, and I appreciate your interesting ability of embedding real issues within a lot of "fluff." With that said, Karma biting you in the ass, shouldn't be the only thing that deters you from stabbing another person in the back.
Keep up the good work and never forget what you're worth!
I completely agree with you Amanda, and thanks for understanding.
I think women are bitches by birth haha, never by choice. It's how far you take your actions that turns into the back stabbing part. And in my case I took it to the extreme. I didn't have the right to hurt someone I once considered a friend, that was low of me. In turn I got hurt in a far deeper way, and that was my fault. Only mine.
I think with certain people, or personality traits, being dominant of others satisfies a sense of completion. When I was younger I was always told what to do, and if I didn't do it the consequences were tough. My parents loved me, but they were firm believers of TOUGH love, if you know what I mean. I had to grow up far too quickly.
The strength that I radiated seemed to attract the ones that didn't have that. My high self esteem and my self confidence attracted the ones that didn't have that. I taught my friends how to stick up for themselves, and how to "turn on the bitch". Turning it off was the hard part. Especially when I had everyone watching me all the time. I could never EVER be wrong, or show any kind of weakness, or else they would think my tactics were fraudulent.
Like I said, no one to blame but myself.