It's hard not to eavesdrop on the cafeteria porch when the person at the table next to you is loudly spilling all their intimate secrets to crowd of interested buddies. Sometimes it feels like it's even harder not to join in and say something. I grabbed a corn dog from the Krystal while I was going over the last three acts of King John, and listened to a tale of... well, not romantic woe, I guess, but I'm not sure what else to say it was.
Apparently, this guy took his girlfriend to a party, and he wound up sleeping with another girl at the party, and his girlfriend walked in on them. She's "acting like a total bitch about the whole thing" and won't give him a definite yes or no answer if they're still going to a concert next week.
His guy friends chimed in with sympathy as to how women are completely insane, irrational, and take offense at *nothing*.
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