It's Complicated...And I Don't Like You

I really don't get the point in facebook relationship statuses, but since I changed my status from "single" to "complicated" there has been a big...HUGE improvement in how people talk to me. 

I barely talk to anyone on facebook. I usually post majority of my blog posts as statuses, and check photos of far away cousins. The only time I'm ever really on facebook is when I'm writing on this blog or when I open a new tab and forget to logout. And I hate when I forget to log out because for some reason I get these...people, who like to fb chat about the dumbest shit.

Topics: I had a crush on you in high school, you look good, do you have a boyfriend, why you still single, you know I love  you right?, I'm sorry for that time when we argued over that thing. 

Whatever, dumbshit!

So I changed my relationship status to see if things would change, and they have. However, there is this one fellow who just doesn't get the hint. Where most have gone on to bug someone else, he still lingers in a quest to annoy the hell out of me.

Once upon a time we used to talk. Then instead of being with me he began a 2 year relationship with a good friend of mine (JOY!!!). Since they have broken up, he sends me messages, and pokes me (who still pokes people?) everyday. It's pretty annoying.

I changed my relationship status to  maybe let this dude know that my life has gone on, but nope! Instead of backing off he sends me a message asking me who am I dating? Then he sends another one telling me that if he were my man then our relationship would be "complicated" at all.

I have yet to respond to any of these messages. I don't think it's healthy to respond to stalkers. However, I do find it funny that I'm receiving the attention I want from someone I don't want it from and nothing from the people that I do like and want to talk to. UGH! That is truly the only complicated shit in my life at the moment.

pic snatched from the frisky

Okay so the Bears lost...

And I could barely get out of bed this morning, but I bet the situation was even worse for a poor sweet guy I got a chance to observe at my favorite bar. 

Some friends and I went out to watch the "big" game. It was packed from the moment we stepped foot in the bar. Wall to wall people, no seats, and enough beer to quench the entire city of Chicago. 

We found a spot towards the end of the bar near a bald guy named Sean, a couple, and a "weird old dude dressed in red". Standing up behind these people wasn't the best situation, but when we got comfortable and a couple of beers in our system, it wasn't half bad. 

When it became apparent the Bears weren't going to win, I started to check out my surroundings. Sean, the bald guy seated in front of us, started to talk to us about the game, being a Sox fan, and about the couple sitting next to us. 

So the couple sitting next to us were friends with the "weird old dude dressed in red". No one would have known who the boyfriend was since the "weird old dude dressed in red" was kissing and rubbing on the girlfriend in between her rubbing and kissing on her actual boyfriend. I'm not sure if the boyfriend noticed, but how could he not? They were basically making out right in front of him and the whole bar. Maybe he didn't care.

The weirdness started to become even more entertaining when the bar started to clear out and we got the chance to grab a table behind the madness and watched the tomfoolery go down. During the second half of the Steelers-Jets game, the "weird old dude dressed in red" and the girlfriend went out to have a cigarette and left the boyfriend at the bar. I noticed that he hadn't said much of anything for the entire night. He wasn't angry or happy; just drunk as hell. He fell out of his seat so many times that the bar cut him off. 

After falling for the 10th time, he went to the restroom. While he did what he did, Sean saw the girlfriend and the "weird old dude dressed in red" full on ca-noodling outside of the bar. It was embarrassing, yet...funny.

Anyway the boyfriend came back to his seat only to find out that it was now occupied by a woman in a fur coat. He asked her to move the best way he could (HE WAS FUCKED UP!!!), and upset the woman. She ended up slapping the shit out of him just as the girlfriend was making her way back to him, alone.

No one really knows why the woman slapped him, but she did. However, he was the one thrown out of the bar, not her.

So lets sum up everything:

Guy brings his girl to a bar to watch his favorite team play for a chance to play in Super Bowl XLV (what number is that?) with his friend "weird old dude dressed in red", only to have his friend hit on his girl, make out with his girl, steal his girl, have his dreams of watching his favorite team play in Super Bowl XLV crushed, get smacked, and get kicked out of  a bar.

Who had the worst night ever? That guy.