The 100 Girls, 100 Days Project

I think one of the best ways to bond with somebody is over a mutual hatred of something. I think the bonds of hatred are stronger the bonds of love. There is a certain guy that I consistently see in social situations and cannot escape from. I don’t know when he started to show up, but I know I can never be rid of him. I consider him my nemesis. He’s my white whale and my green goblin.

Up until last night I have met countless people who compliment him on how awesome of a guy he is. How he is funny, charming, and super friendly…but from second one it never sat right with me. To me he wreaks of fakeness and douchebaggery. But not a single person would say something negative to me. And then Sarah walked into my life.

I walked into this scenario with low expectations. I was looking for something easy. The unwritten rules of the party. Booze plus person you don’t know plus birthday equals random hookup that both parties know means not a thing. It usually happens to someone you know at any given party. You just hope you aren’t that drunk, and the girl isn’t that regrettable. And this is how I met Sarah.

Sarah, a friend of a friend of an acquaintance who was at the bar for her friend’s birthday festivities. Sarah with her blonde hair  & blue eyes. Sarah, the Aryan dream. Well waiting for her drink, she turns to me.

Okay I don’t know you, and I don’t know that guy, so I hope you aren’t friends. Because that guy is an unmitigated douche.

I bought her a shot, and she bought me a shot. Before I know it were sneaking to the bathroom to make out, before being interrupted by her friend. And then an hour later I found out she had a boyfriend… so my hopes that that would even be more than a one time make out session were a little squashed.

I’m not one to judge anybody, for obvious reasons, but I don’t get the people who cheat on their significant others. It’s a horrible, cheap, and unforgivable thing to do.