All way through high school I had a massive crush on one guy. We’d occasionally snog on a Friday night at the park and then he finally asked me out properly, I was so happy, well until he dumped me. A couple of months later after our GCSEs he asked me if I was going to his cousins birthday party, I was, he said he’d like to talk to me and looking forward to hanging out. I was sooo excited. Come party night it was really busy, we saw each other, smiles a kiss on the cheek and we will catch up later conversation took place. Well later I couldn’t find him, both his friends and mine tried to stop me looking, he was outside getting off with my best friend. I had to spend the rest of the night watching them all over each other. The next day (me and best friend sleeping over at same house) my so called friend said he was fair game as we weren’t going out.
i ended up forgiving her even when she’d gush about him I sucked it up. She begged to borrow my favourite top one night, turned out it was the night she lost her virginity to him. The next day she tracked me down at my grandmother’s house to tell me she was a “woman” giving me a blow by blow account of what happened and that she kept my favourite top on while doing it.
Karma 1 - she was staying with me a few weeks later when he called to speak to me and asked me to break up with her for him. I didn’t and told her he wanted to speak to her. I couldn’t help but actually feel no sympathy for her while she balled her eyes out on my bed, the same bed I’d sobbed my heart out over him.
Karma 2 - they became on and off again for a years. One night years later I was 18/19 and was out drinking when I passed the queue to a nightclub, he was there with a bunch of lads from school. They tried to get me to join them. I remember exactly what I was wearing and knew I looked very different and hotter than I looked at school. I blew them off and said I was off to such a bar. Now the thing about the nightclub was before 10am there wasn’t much ID checking, it was cheap and jeans were allowed ( it was the 90s) after 10pm, prices jumped up, only smart trousers and shoes allowed and lots of ID checking.
Anyway, just after arriving at the bar he turns up, I get him to buy me and my friend drinks till after last orders (11pm in those days) and the 3 of us leave together. We head for the taxi rank where he suggests I go back to his and he will take me home in the morning, but I’d need to pay as he’d spent up. I kindly declined just as my friend gets a taxi for us to go to another nightclub. He wants to join ( with no money) but I point out he wouldn’t get in, it’s 25+ but I know the door staff so I’m ok and it’s suits only, he’s stood there in jeans no money, can’t get into any clubs due to his clothes, he also lives in another town where a taxi would be a min of £15 (90s remember). I say send my love to my ex BFs name, his face drops, yes I know your back together was my parting shot.
Then finally to just make myself feel better because I want to be petty, I call another old school friend who loves a good gossip and always had my back when I was hurt. Anyway turned out one of her staff, well her parents but she worked for the family business too, anyway he was due to make a delivery at my ex bfs work where he passed on the gossip of what her boyfriend had been up to.
I saw him once more, years later we were in our 40s at our school reunion. She didn’t show, it turned out she’d never quite got the hand of staying away from other people’s boyfriends or husbands and had burnt a lot of bridges so never showed her face around the town we went to school in.