Sometimes it seems like women
Sometimes it seems like women can't leave the house for the evening without embedding themselves in a complicated network of sticky friendships.
There's the "best friend as worst enemy" scenario. You've been sitting in the bar having a great conversation with a lovely lady. Her best friend appears and stands directly behind you, sighing, looking at her watch. She interrupts two comfortable people by saying, "Are you almost ready to go?"
"Okay... well... just hang on a minute..." says the object of your deep affection. "Fuck off, cranky person" you do not quite say out loud.
Fortunately, if you wait it out long enough, the magic moment will arrive when the "friend" stamps off in a huff. That's about the best result you can hope for. And what a relief it is.
"She's had a hard night," says the object of your deep affection, just before you reach over and bite her on the neck.