You're kidding, right?

So, all in the name of youth and happiness, I went out yesterday with DJ and the boys and the girl mingled at a pub and flashed the girl after she flashed me and got locked in a bathroom with an australian dude and discussed important philosophical subjects with an italian dude and you know, the regular drunken stuff.

But that's not what I'm going to talk about today. No, today's subject is one that we all "love" and "cherish" - S-dude.

He was working at the club we went to after the pub, and since it's obvious that we'll run into eachother, I thought I'd just approach him. Break the silence and show my good will, even though it's only to rid myself off of the risk of awkward situations.

So I waved and said "Hi! How are you?"

He looked at me with a hasty look and then excused himself for a second. After all, he was working.

He returned and looked at me. "Did you want something?"
"No, I just thought I'd say hi, I live here now so.."
"I'm sorry, but who are you? I don't recognise you."

My mental jaw dropped to the floor.

"Uhm, Wynn."
He seemed to think about my name for a second and then "Ohh, yeah."
I didn't know what to do so I continued talking. "So how are you?"
"I'm sorry, can we talk later? I gotta do this."
"Yeah sure.."

I left, stunned. Don't recognise me?

You reco-fucking-gnise me ASSHOLE!
We had contact for three months. I spend an entire weekend at your place. You pouted like a big baby when you didn't get to sleep with me. I cried at the train station because the train was late and I didn't want to spend another second with you. My close friend dated your close friend, until he also turned out to be a giant coward asshole.

Good god.

Apparently he's even less of a man than I thought he was. Is that the way it's gonna go? Well, then I say this, equally mature, about our future:

Fuck you, you fucking fuck.