WTF Girls?

Yeah yeah, I know i'm a girl but seriously- what tha fuck?

So I got invited to my new friends (let's call him Tallboy as I still haven't figured out if I should put real names down.. this is realistic enough...) farewell last night and I met him through my other friend TheGunt (wow I should really encourage her to make a blog about all her boy escapades) anyway... I digress- so farewell right?
For future reference in this story TheGunt and Tallboy have a little history- not much, but some.
We hang out at his house and meet some of his mates and then we all decide to head out for a saturday night in civic. I wasn't going to go but then TequilaMonster, Tallboy's rediculoulsy drunk friend, ranted a little and TheGunt pulled a little peer pressure so I went along.
Tallboy ended up buying me a drink and TheGunt sat there looking mightily unimpressed. Anywhoo the night wore on and we headed to Transit. I ended up talking to Tallboy along the way while TheGunt hung back with Tallboys other friends. I followed TheGunt to the bar on arrival (although it's kinda hard to miss being the first thing on the right..) and asked her what was wrong. I get that pathetic "nothing" all girls love to use when it's obvious something's wrong and so I leave it. We go and dance a bit and then go back to the bar for another drink and this is kinda how the conversation goes (you may use this as a guide to stop any conversation dead in a second):

TheGunt: *orders drink and turns to me* "Do you mind not flirting with Tallboy?"

My mind: -Blank- wait.. what the? flirting?? OH MY GOD SHE'S JEALOUS OVER NOTHING.

Me: Sure...? Although we're just talking but yeah... okay?

My Mind: and not even in that "yeah we're just talking" lying kind of way people say when they're CLEARLY not "just" talking.

- End conversation-


Trying to pretend Awkard isn't standing next to us, I munch on the ice in my glass as TheGunt sculls her double shot vodka and lemonade until Tallboy comes and tells us to dance. Finding her confidence in alcohol and confrontation TheGunt does her sexy dance and I do my I-can't-dance-to-save-my-life-and-i'm-too-effing-sober dance. And then I notice Biggest-asshole-from-social-hockey is sitting with his mates real close like and the girl-i-just-met-at-work-and-not-really-sure-if-shes-friendly-yet is over by the pool tables. Feeling too sober to handle the situations I bail and go to my friend Francypant's house to grab my bike. Which, might I add, took us at least 15 minutes to squeeze into my relativley spacious volvo.