Wednesday, 27 May 2009

• People Assume Guys Are Always The Ones Who Cheat - Not Quite.

  Why is it that when you think of someone being cheated on, you automatically think of the guy doing the cheating?  Every song from every genre that talks about cheating always blames the guy.  There are even songs where the guy singing it admits to cheating.  I mean what the HELL!!!!  I beg to differ.
  
  When I was in eighth grade I started going out with this girl Amber - she was my first girlfriend.  It was going well for about two weeks, then this new kid came to school and I noticed they hung out together a lot. While we were in line at lunch, she was in front of me, he was behind me and he reached around me and grabbed her butt.  Now, if that had happened here in the present, I would have kicked his ass, but I was just a kid then so I didn't do anything about it. 
  
  Then at lunch the next day, she came over and told me that she was sorry for cheating and that she was breaking up with me because she didn't like hurting my feelings (she should have thought about that when she was cheating), and that was that until ninth grade.  Several years later I was at the flea market and I happened to bump in to her; she told me that she had really regretted cheating and breaking up with me.
  
  In ninth grade I started seeing this girl Amanda. She told me that there was this other girl (whose name was also Amanda) that would say or do anything to try and break us up; I don't know why this other girl would do that but I said that I would watch out for her.  About a month later this other girl told me that I should break up with my girlfriend and go out with her and I told her no. When she asked why, I told her, quoting Planet of the Apes, "'Cause you're so damned ugly".  Now, I'm not a mean person, but I said that to get her to stop bothering us. Well, it backfired.  She told my girlfriend that I had been cheating on her and what do you think happened? she broke up with me.  See, women can be conniving and untruthful and evil.
  
  When I was 23, I started working as maintenance at a Best Western, and there were several pretty girls there.  I had been working there for a few months when a rumor started that I was a virgin.  Now, I have no idea how it got started (and not to mention my best friend just happened to be working there too, hey, wait a minute...I just made the connection,) but let's just say it wasn't incorrect.  So one of these girls started showing interest in me and before I knew it I was at her apartment hanging out and I asked her to be my girlfriend, because if we were going to do it then I didn't want it to be like a one-night stand.  So a couple of days later I'm at her place again and she has a big bottle of vodka. Now, I'm not a drinker, but I had been drunk once before that at a college party in Indiana.  It was the first time I ever drank and let's just say I've never picked up another bottle of tequila after that night of puking and pissing and pissing and puking.  So I told her that I really didn't want to drink any alcohol. 
  
  Now the only other thing she had to drink was orange juice, which I now know is a great place to hide your vodka.  So here I am chugging down these glasses of "orange juice" and the next thing I knew, we were in bed together.  Now I've heard it said that when you get drunk and pass out you don't remember what happened the night before, but I remembered everything.  A few more weeks later and a few more times around, she told me to move in with her and that I wouldn't have to do anything, that she would work and pay for everything.  Now I thought this was a gift from God, move out of my parents' house and not have to work, but me being the old fashioned guy I am, I would still work.  I told her I would think about it. 
  
  So a week later after we had done it, she told me that she had cheated on me, that the other night when I called and she was in a rush to get off the phone there was another guy in the shower and they had just done it.  So I acted like it was okay and the next morning I had my friend come and pick me up and I didn't talk to her for days.  She called a lot; finally I talked to her and she said she was sorry and wanted to get back together.  She told me that I was the only white guy she ever had sex with that and all the others were black (yeah, like that's gonna make me want her back...she was white too, by the way).  I told her no, that I had better things to do.
  
  Do you see my point? Girls can be just as bad as they say men can be.  The thing is, all those years I was shy and those things happened, what did that do for me now?  I'm 25 and still shy as ever and now I don't have a girlfriend.  I need one so bad, but will it happen again? will I be used? My big heart can only take so much.
  

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