It happens to every college woman out there: you’re at a party, you spot an attractive boy, you start up a conversation, flirt a little.  Things are going well when…some other girl comes up and immediately your green monster inside you come out as she tries to get his attention.  It’s a time old story; sometimes you get lucky and sometimes you lose out.  You always feel like you have to compete with all the single attractive women that are out with you.  But there’s something worse, some place deep in the jungle of “girlworld” where only a few people dare to go: and that’s competing with the women who already are in serious relationships.

I was at a party with several decently attractive men, and as a single girl, I brought along one of my friends who had a serious boyfriend to be my “wingwoman”.  That backfired.  Not only did she find it appropriate to show off her tattoo on her ass and her newly flat abs, she also let it slip that she would be willing to cheat on her boyfriend with one of them.  If that wasn’t going too far, all of my embarrassing drunken mess stories seemed to come into the conversation: “oh remember that time that you started throwing up everywhere and it was so embarrassing and I had to take care of you?”  Well, now I remember, so thank you very much for letting the world know my slipups.

What I’d like to be able to understand is why taken women do this to themselves.  You’re in a supposed serious relationship, so shouldn’t you be serious about the guy and not admitting to a bunch of horny single men that you want to cheat on him?  You should realize that if you are consciously continuously having the desire to cheat, that you should either a) break up with the boy or b) realize that you’re going to have your life blow up in your face in the very near future.

I have not been able to hang out with men with this girl since, because, as a single women I want to have nights that I know I don’t have to compete with someone who I really shouldn’t be competing with in the first place.  I want to be able to have a good time as a college girl without worrying that the person I came with is trying to break the Guiness World Record for how many men she can have under her grasp at one time.  Does this make me a bad person?

Most of my blogs won’t usually be this…harsh; I love hearing and experiencing stories that once recounted are hilarious and fun because you can barely remember them.  But hey, what’s life without a little juicy drama?

Til Next Time,
xoxo, Me