Why do people do dumb things?
Written at 12:52 p.m. on 2005-11-29
Why is it that people do dumb things?
I have a friend called J who a couple of years back was 'seeing' (and I use the term loosely) a girl called Tracy. This girl was quite possibly the biggest, thickest chav I've ever spoken to. She and her friend Vicky once spent a whole evening laughing at the fact that if you swapped round the first letters of someone's first name and surname it made the name sound completely different. She's 24. Her friend Vicky was equally charming, she regaled us with a very classy tale of how she met some lad in the pub and was shagging him in the NCP car park in the back of her car and when they'd done and she'd relocated her underwear he demanded that she pay for the parking because he hadn't any money on him. She wasn't appalled by the fact she was at it with a stranger in a public car park in the middle of the afternoon, just that he wanted her to pay �2.20 for parking. Nice. Anyway, this Tracy that J was seeing was talking to him one night about some other lads she was also shagging. Trouble was J hadn't been aware that he and Tracy wasn't an exclusive arrangement and she'd been at with half of Salford. So it all fell apart and none of us were really gutted because she'd been tying his head in knots. Although we knew we'd miss the comedy moments, such as the time she stood up and announced to the assembled group that she was "Off to the bogs for a wank". I kid you not.
Anyhooo, after a couple of months he met an Irish girl called Marie who is the nicest girl you could hope to meet. She's funny, she's clever, she works for a bank, she wears clothes that cover the essentials and she doesn't complain when J is having one of his depressed months and goes on with himself for hours. Marie's contract is nearly up and she's going back to Ireland in a few months so they've been trying to sort out what they do from here. While deciding, Justing shagged his ex, Caroline.
Then in the pub on Sunday evening he bumps into the lovely Tracy again. He ends up closeted in a corner with her all night and at the end of the evening he announces he's letting her stay at his to "Save her the taxi fare back to Salford". Does he think we were born yesterday? We all told him he was making a mistake but off he goes.
I love my friend to bits but sometimes he is a total fucking idiot and now I'm going to feel really bad every time I see Marie.
Stupid boy.
