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- May 14, 2019
When I was in high school I got a date to one of our football games with a girl who was way out of my league (I was pretty deep in my awkward phase at the time). I spent our "date" quietly following her around while she talked with her friends about their relationship drama, including drama with her ex-boyfriend. I didn't know her well, so I knew basically none of her friends and had no idea how to involve myself in any of this. No attempt was made to include me. I was an awkward third wheel on my own date the whole night and my only contribution was to buy her some food.
Needless to say, there wasn't a second date.
That girl I avoided at the barber shop? She'd turned me into a third wheel. Was out at an outdoor concert and some short, goofy soyboy-looking fuck, a friend of hers, just up and invites himself along when he runs into us. I was stunned and didn't know enough about the etiquette of it to tell if I should run him off or not, thinking maybe she would. I damn near left and I wish I had so as to have saved me future trouble.
Should have done what you did, basically, except we both should have just skipped out on it when we realized what BS it was.