I went to a live sound gig today to help a friend out (yes I know how to run a mixing board, and he says my audiophilia makes me better at adjusting the mix), a picnic with some bands playing <200 people there. but the real reason I went was to see her again, and she was there, cute as always and irresistibly quirky, we talked and did our little dance. She didn't say a word about it, but the lead guitarist from the sound guy's (my friend who I was helping out) band walked up to her and hugged her saying congratulations, he didn't realize her and this guy (who was also there) got married.
W T F!?!?!
MARRIED!?!? REALLY!?!?!, I KNEW for a FACT last year at this exact time (the last picnic, it's an annual thing) she was not married, and as far as I knew not dating anyone either, so in the course of a year met this loser and married him!. I'm better looking, am better off (the guy didn't seem to be rolling in it, he wasn't treating her very well...) and am the nicest guy I know (all the other nice guys I know have fallen) but she preferred this douchbag?!?! She KNEW I was crazy about her and kept bugging her about having dinner, but she kept making excuses. NOW I used to live next door to this chick (the fact my friend knew her was a coincidence) , we had the same landlord in fact. But I moved to a full studio deeper into old town (corner of Colorado and Raymond, how much deeper can you get?) and this guy I knew who lived down the hall from me had moved next door to her building, he had attacked her for some reason and broke her jaw (hairline fracture I believe, needed a little wiring but nothing too bad) so she had to move out, I reason she moved in with this douche and some how they got married. that is all I can gather.
But I think it's time I shed all this good guy crap, I am a good guy, to my core, but I think it is my time to fall, just like all the other good guys I knew.
I just got my car running so now is a great time here is a picture of it (not running when taken, 1994 Mercedes SL600 V12 convertible, in fact, see that black sedan in the background, my boss has offered to sell it to me, it is a V12 as well );
SO should i fall and become a douchbag? it seems to be all these girls want! or should I stay a good guy (I don't know how much longer I can hold on to being a good guy, the more I get shot down like this the harder it is getting)?
Edited by Blasto_Brandino - 5/29/11 at 9:57pm