So, my best friend is dating a girl who dumped me 6 years ago

christo

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My buddy Rob blew me off last night, went on a date with a girl he met at this hoity-toity museum show last week. She's a pharmacist, and as they started talking he learned that she knows another of our close friends, who is also a pharmacist. The girl and my friend used to work together, a long time ago. Rob talked to my friend Mike, who gave her a glowing recommendation.

So I just talked to Rob, asked how the date went, and he said great. I asked her name, and he said Jane (or, let's call her Jane). Really, I said. Jane what? Jane Smith. Oh, I said. Long, light brown hair, thin, really cute smile? "Uh, yeah," he said.

I dated her. Six years ago. I met her while I was out with Mike, of course. We went to a bar to hear a band, he bumped into Jane and some of her friends, I got to talking with her, and I asked her out.

I really liked her. I thought she really liked me. We planned on going out that following Saturday but she called ME during the week and asked me out to a movie. Had a nice time, even though I had to drive 45 minutes across the city to her house. We went to dinner on Saturday, had another nice time. Then we watched the college football bowl games together (she's a big football fan). Mike told me that she'd recently dumped a long-time boyfriend, but that she really liked me and I was in the clear. I started to fall for her, bigtime.

And after that day, I never saw her again.

Never learned what happened. Dropped her off at her house after the Orange Bowl, accepted a quick kiss on the cheek, and she said she'd call me the next day. She didn't. I called her and we talked for like ten seconds, she said she'd call me back. She didn't. I called her like six more times, and got no return calls. Mike had no clue what happened. I finally gave up.

I mean, I've been dumped before. But this came totally out of the blue. If she didn't want to date me anymore, that was fine. But she totally blew me off. And she was a really nice girl.

And now my best friend is dating her. He really likes her. He told me and I just started laughing like crazy. I'm not bitter, not after six years. But he wants us all to get together today, maybe to see a Pirate game, to sort of introduce her to Our Gang. We'll, I've already been introduced. I wonder if she still remembers ME. I told Rob not to tell her about this uncomfortable little coincidence, but he probably will. Should be an interesting encounter...
 
ohhhhhhhhhhhh christoooooo...

I can't wait to find out the rest of the story...


How are you feeling? Nervous? what if she DOESN't recognize you?

I wonder how I would feel if that happened. I'm not really sure how I'd respond.

I wish you duck... I mean luck.:D
 
Didn't get to see her today, alas. Rob came over to watch the Masters and I waited until the 6th hole or so to ask, "So, hey, how was your date last night?"

"Fine."

"What did you guys do?"

"Went out."

That's all I got out of him. He's usually close-lipped about his romantic entanglements, even with me, but this was a bit ridiculous. I didn't say, "So, did you tell her about dating me six years ago?" Not too classy.

Here's another funny thing I remembered just a bit ago-- during the brief time I dated this girl, she had to go to California on this trip, and I lent her this funny book by P.J O'Roarke to read on the plane ride. I never got the book back. First time I see her, I'm gonna shriek, "WHERE'S MY BOOK? WHERE'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BOOK???!!!"
 
christo said:
I never got the book back. First time I see her, I'm gonna shriek, "WHERE'S MY BOOK? WHERE'S MY MOTHERFUCKING BOOK???!!!"

haahahaha...YEAH, I think that is a GREAT idea.
 
Wah! I seriously want to know how this turns out. Let us know!

Suscribing to thread...now...

-I
 
So my friend Rob called tonight to meet him at a local hangout for a beer. "Oh, and she's coming."

She. The girl I used to date. The girl he's dating now.

He asked me not to mention the fact that we used to date. If she said something, fine. If not, I wasn't to bring it up. Perfectly understandable and acceptable.

So I'm there, nursing the first or 8 Budweisers, and my buddy shows up with his girl. Whom I thought might be my girl, six years ago. She looked at me, I looked at her...

And she didn't remember me.

What would be worse? Her discomfiture at seeing me, ME, after all these years, or not realizing who ME was? Take it from me, her not remembering me was worse. I remembered her. She looked great. Lovely girl. Pretty, sweet smile, great personality. Bad memory.

It was humiliating. Lots of my buddies were there and they ragged on me ruthlessly. Out of her earshot, of course. I mean, we didn't date long. We never did more than kiss goodnight. But, dammit, I remembered HER. She could have at least fucking recognized me!

Unless she's a really good actress, and just pretended. But I doubt it. I don't usually inspire such artistic demonstrations.

It hurt. I can't deny it. My friends like her. She's a great girl. I haven't been dwelling on her for the past 6 years. I'm dwelling on her now. And on myself. I feel crummy. Need to deal with those 8 Buds. Feel better in the morning.
 
christo said:
Unless she's a really good actress, and just pretended. But I doubt it.

Why do you doubt it so? You'd be surprised how easy it is to pretend you don't know someone.

p.s. Next time make sure you have your girlfriend with you for her to see. :)
 
maybe this is just paranoia talkin..........but could she be a clone......................:confused: don't try and trace this post.i'm outtahere
 
I think you're putting a lot more emphasis on this than need be. First of all, why would you even expect her to remember you? 6 years is long enough and you only went on a few dates....Good God, when i was single I dated so many men during a 6 year period I'm sure I wouldn't recognize even a few I slept with.

Hon, I don't mean to be rude but really... get over yourself...or if that fails next time you see her, kiss her and see if she remembers THAT!
 
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