Poor Keith

In high school I had a thing with a guy, named Keith, in the grade above me. To be honest, I don’t really remember how we started talking, but after messaging back and forth a few times, we began snapping each other pretty frequently, and soon enough we had a snap streak. I was pretty inexperienced with guys at the time so I was a little intimidated that he was a year older and had been in a serious relationship that had ended fairly recently.

Anyway, for a while, anytime Keith and I went out at the same time, we would hook up. After hooking up a few times, we had a drunken conversation confirming that we didn’t have feelings for each other and that other people were “game”. He also confessed that he had been hooking up with his ex-girlfriend while we had been hooking up and wanted to continue to do so. I felt a bit weird about it, like I was getting in the way. I told him I didn’t know if I wanted to keep hooking up, but he insisted I didn’t have to make a decision right away.

Honestly, I felt pretty weird about the whole situation, but a week or two later when he texted me, when I was admittedly a little drunk, I pushed our last conversation out of my mind.

“Hey are you out tonight?”

“Yeah I am.”

“Alright cool, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah sure :).”

I did see him later, hooking up with one of my friends from my school trip that year. I was pissed. I knew I didn’t have much of a right to do anything about it because we said we weren’t going to be exclusive, but come on. He had asked me if I was going out, and I had seen him briefly when I came into the club. I even said hi to both him and the girl he would later hook up with (she even asked to take a fucking picture with me). I definitely wasn’t happy about the events that transpired that night, but I tried my best not to hold a grudge.

After that, I stopped talking to Keith and told a couple of my friends about what had happened. Somehow it must have gotten out because pretty soon after he messaged me, worried that I was gonna ruin his reputation. Seriously? I ignored him for a while and he asked to call me. I panicked. What? Call me?  Begrudgingly, I finally agreed. I called two of my best friends and they came over immediately to listen in on the highly anticipated call.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, I didn’t mean to and I thought we made it clear we weren’t gonna be exclusive.”

“Yeah, I get that, but I also heard that you were bragging about getting with three girls and that none of us knew about each other. You didn’t need to that.”

“What? No way, my friends are just messing around. If anything that would hurt me.” (??????)

My friends and I all looked at each other, rolling our eyes. Mhm, yeah that would definitely hurt you. Poor Keith.

“Yeah, honestly it’s fine. Not a big deal.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok… bye.”

I was still annoyed about the whole situation for a while, but instead of letting it really get to me, my best friends and I made jokes about all of the shitty things he said and did, and honestly, that made everything so much better. A lot of things that could have really gotten to me and hurt my self esteem had turned into hilarious stories and hours of laughing.

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