- a week later -

Girl: “Hey, I hope you’re not mad at me for shooting you down like that…things aren’t gonna be awkward now, right?”

Me: “Nah it’s totally fine, I’m totally over it.”

Girl: “Really? o_O”

Me: “Yeah, I read your message, was sad for a few hours, got home, went to bed, and when I woke up in the morning I was over it.”

Girl: *looks frustrated*

Me: “What?”

Girl: “Nothing.”

Me: “No really, what?”

Girl: “I wanted you to work for me”

Me: “…no. No no no no no. I don’t put up with mindgames. If a girl tells me that they’re interested in someone else, I move on as quickly as possible. Bitches who make guys feel like shit and get them wrapped around their finger make me want to shoot myself. If you wanted me, you should’ve told me, because now NOT ONLY have you lost a potential boyfriend, you’ve lost a friend. Fuck you and your mindgames.”

Girl: *walks away frustrated*