And then tell you about it after, and complain when he ghosts her afterward.
Once a guy grabbed my finger and twisted it to make me twirl against my will and "dance" in front of this girl i liked who had me in the friendzone. He spun me over and over, my shirt riding up passed my belly button onmy fat belly, stretchmarks on full display. I made nervous eye contact with her on my many go-arounds and saw her face go from shock to pity to disgust (that i wasnt fighting back) to laughter at my expense. I was silently begging for her to save me and when it was clear she wouldnt I tried to awkwardly laugh at my own expense like I was in on the joke but the disdain in her eyes, the edge inher voice, made it too apparent i wasnt. So i was disgraced into silence and resignation as it continued, my fat jiggling like a water balloon as others came to see the spectacle of my worst humiliation.
My "friend" fucked the guy that did that to me. And told me about it. And expected me to still be friends with her. Which i did. Because i was that desperate. But i had been publicly branded a loser and we both knew it; i couldn't look her in the eye anymore and she always had a sneer on her face when she saw me after that.
