At the bar with some friends, I started talking to a girl, asked if the guy watching me like a hawk was her bf, she assured me of her single status. We made out, I asked again cause he was watching from closer... no she said, 'I'm single. Hooked up with her the next night, and that weekend was her b-day.
At her b-day I watched her make out with 5 different guys, and by the end of the night she was so drunk she couldn't even stand straight, her friends had ditched and she was surrounded by these 5 dudes, I told her I would bring her home and crash on the couch, cause who knows what would have happened otherwise... She cried and apologized the whole ride home, I just told her to shut up and thank me in the morning.
She woke me up in the morning to thank me, then I went to buy a coffee and newspaper accross the street. I come back, and my roommates door is half-open, and she was thanking my roommate too... I did the only responsible thing I could do, I left with a dumbfounded look of disbelief. (I couldn't be mad at her, causse I had no attachment, I couldn't be mad at my roommate because SHE would have been the one cheating... not him)
A week after, the guy that I specifically asked the girl about him came crashing through the door saying that he was going to hurt me... I held him in the door way of the kitchen with a chair I kept swinging at him, explaining all the possible reasons that he should also believe that I'm not to blame for a cheating girlfriend... until something clicked and he accepted what I was saying, long enough for me to lock the door behind him,
