Steven Weissman

It pained me to watch you hit on my friend last night. She flat-out told you to buy her a drink, and you did. She made up several lies about not having a phone number to give you, all of which you saw through. But you still wanted her number. She stumbled over a fake number, and you called her out on it, but you still wanted her number. She was rude and made fun of you to your face, BUT YOU STILL WANTED HER NUMBER. I don't know whom I was more embarrassed for. Her, for acting like such an asshole; you, for being so damn pathetic; or me, a fun, genuine, and good-looking girl who sat alone all night long. recommended