Love Stories Shots novel Chapter 52

No, I'm not proud of this, and yes it is okay to read this in David Attenborough's voice since this is basically some Gorilla mating hierarchy type of stuff, but hey, we're all animals too.

Anyway back a few years ago I went to a university in Manhattan which shall remain nameless, but my friend from high school went to Pace. We used to smoke with his buddy, let's call him Jason, and got to be really good friends.

Sometimes Jason would bring his GF (call her Sarah) along when we went out to Piano/other LES bars that we could trade on her looks to get into. She was super nice and seemed for the most part really into him.

One night, Jason gets too drunk and starts shoving me for literally no reason, as drunk college guys trying to act tough in front of their girls are want to do. He was a good friend at this point (we'd been hanging out for three semesters) but I was also drunk and had told him more than once to cut it out. But he didn't, so I sort of beat him up in front of his girl.

Jason, as the previous show-off behavior would suggest, had a bit of a fragile ego and wouldn't talk to me after that. I didn't see him for weeks, but one night I was out with the high school friend at a Pace part in Brooklyn (the 3 am kind with the people who just won't give up), and I run into Sarah.

She was tipsy, and as soon as she saw me she came right over and started giving me all kinds of crap about what happened. I kind of laughed and tried to play it off (didn't want to show up to some guy I didn't know rooftop party and start a scene).

She eventually walked off when some girlfriend of her dramatically shouted her name, which was a relief. Drank a little more, got to know some people, etc.

Another half-hour passed, people started leaving the party, I start to make for the door, lost in thought about whether I'm willing to pay for an Uber or take the subway. And BAM, popping out of nowhere like a goddam Pokemon.

She asks me where I think I'm going, I tell her home, she says no we're going to Jason's to patch things up. I remind her what time it is, but while nice, she's not a pushover and she's not taking no for an answer, so I just agree, and we walk with relatively little chat.

So we're standing on the platform waiting for the A train and I notice she's just staring at me. I try to ignore it, but finally, I look up with a "...what?", and she just squares up to me and shoves me. I look at her, she has this determined bratty look on her face, and I can't help but laugh, which makes her do it again. And again. And Again.

I'm dying laughing at this point, she can barely keep her own balance being tipsy and in heels trying to shove a guy twice her size, but she's not letting up. I tell her to come on I'm not making the same mistake twice, so she can shove away. This was not the answer Sarah was looking for.