Am I a Bad Girlfriend? (read: to other girls)
I have a girlfriend here in town, and she's a really good one. She can be flighty, but never about being a girlfriend. . .she's there at the drop of a hat if you need to kick back a few drinks over a stupid boy, and she's really fun. Well, she went out with me and TJ the other night. She'd been fighting with her boyfriend all night, but finally ended up bringing him. He's irritating. She needs to break up with him. She's the type to always have someone though, and I don't mean, always have a potential. I mean, always have a boyfriend. An exclusive thing. I don't know if she knows the meaning of casual dating.
So, she gets pissed, sends the boyfriend home. He has to work early the next day. We go on to a bar, from a party. TJ and I leave the bar about 1:00 ish. Are you ok, I ask her. She shakes her head no (her way of telling me not to leave). I said, "You're fine. Call me if you need me. I'll have my cell with me." (Which I did keep by my side.) She's with lots of other people from the party we had gone to. She's drunk, but she's fine. And I've taken care of her drunk ass many a time, so I feel both qualified to make and confident in this assessment. I knew she had called her ex-boyfriend earlier. I thought there was a decent chance she might end up staying with him, but I really didn't care. The current boyfriend is on his way out, as I said. . .
Current boyfriend knocks on my door at 4 AM. Kind of freaks me out. I mean, you never know if a crackhead wandering the neighborhood is trying to find new friends. TJ jumps up, switches off the alarm (which you have to do to walk through the house) and actually arrives at the door packing heat. (Yes, I'm serious. See, when he came up, fleeing the hurricane that never hit, he brought all his important stuff, including his piece!) But he sees it's dumb boyfriend (recognizes him by his sharply protruding ears through the glass at the top of my door) and abandons the weapon. No, we haven't seen girlfriend. He's been sleeping at her house (about 5 blocks from mine) and is worried when she hasn't shown up and he has to go to work. Call me if you talk to her, we're instructed. Oh lord. I try to call her, and don't get her. I feel confident she's fine.
She calls at 7:20 AM. She's sleeping on ex-boyfriend's couch. Ex-boyfriend has a new girlfriend with him. (I love girlfriend, don't get me wrong, but I find this pretty amusing from the girl who's always trying to line up the "next thing," that the "last thing" isn't available to her. She needs to learn how to just be alone. Really. And to be ok with that. She might not be in it up to her neck with current boyfriend if she hadn't jumped right into that after the thing ended with Ex. . .slightly before actually, heh-heh.) She wants me to come and get her. I said, "Girlfriend, call a cab." "You said you'd come get me if I needed you." "I meant if you were throwing up in a alley and someone was on hand available to date rape you. Your safety is not an issue here, I'm sleeping, I'm hungover, and I would really prefer not to come get you." "Ok, let me call you back in a second." I think, Ok, she gets it, I've been firm and nice about it, I don't think I'm being a bad friend here. If she were in trouble or drunk and in a place with people she didn't know, or if she's woken up with a creepy guy she wanted to sneak out on, I'd be there in a heartbeat, but this situation does not warrant my jumping to be available. She calls back. I refused to go get her. I asked her if she wanted the number to a cab company. It's tough love. I'm still not sure how she got home. . .
Boyfriend finally got ahold of her. She told him she CRASHED AT MY PLACE. "Uh, no you didn't," he says, "I was just there." Nice. This should be interesting. I do believe she slept on the couch, but again. . .she shouldnt've lied. She shouldn't be with someone she feels the need to lie to. And she shouldn't count on me to get her out of situations that she creates herself because she loves the drama. . .especially if she's not really in trouble. If she were, I would've jumped to go get her. But she wasn't. . .what do y'all think?
