I drop in to see my friend Joey at least once a week. He’s usually cooking dinner or watching TV; nothing too exciting. About three weeks ago I caught him in the middle of a meal with his girlfriend. They insisted I join them. I really didn’t fancy what they were eating but I eventually conceded to their insistence; even if I was allergic to the menu I would’ve felt obligated to stay. During the meal I casually asked about their plans for the weekend. I didn’t actually care; I was just feigning interest. “We’re going to Stu and Claudia’s wedding,” boasted Joey’s girlfriend, as if it was her own.
“I’m not,” Joey casually commented.
“What do you mean?” she asked. Things were getting heated.
“They’re your friends,” said Joey. “I don’t even know them. I’d just be bored and have a horrible night.”
“You’re such a dick,” she fired back.
“You’re trying to lure me to a situation you know I won’t enjoy; you’re the dick.”
She was a little upset by this last statement. She left the room without finishing the meal. I felt a little strange having just witnessed the argument. “That’s was a little harsh,” I commented.
“What do you mean?” Joey asked. “I’m only being honest. I hate her friends.”
It was a reasonable point. And that weekend I caught up with him for a poker night; it was great.
Later that night my girlfriend called and asked me when I was coming home. I told her that I was having a few beers with Joey and that I wasn’t sure what time we’d finish up. She hasn’t talked to me since.
“I’m not,” Joey casually commented.
“What do you mean?” she asked. Things were getting heated.
“They’re your friends,” said Joey. “I don’t even know them. I’d just be bored and have a horrible night.”
“You’re such a dick,” she fired back.
“You’re trying to lure me to a situation you know I won’t enjoy; you’re the dick.”
She was a little upset by this last statement. She left the room without finishing the meal. I felt a little strange having just witnessed the argument. “That’s was a little harsh,” I commented.
“What do you mean?” Joey asked. “I’m only being honest. I hate her friends.”
It was a reasonable point. And that weekend I caught up with him for a poker night; it was great.
Later that night my girlfriend called and asked me when I was coming home. I told her that I was having a few beers with Joey and that I wasn’t sure what time we’d finish up. She hasn’t talked to me since.