So I meet this guy whose seemed lovely, and without sound like a sex maniac, I pretty much was down to fuck. Yeah and we’ve been trying get on each other for about 8 months - all’s good right? No its not because he’s a twat. If I didn’t feel anything my life would be so better off. He specifically asked me if I was out tonight, I purposely went out for him. And then he gets off with a girl who has been round the entire club right in front off me. And I’m so pathetic and angry. I don’t think I’m ever better than anyone but that was just mean. So that’s fucking end of that before it fucking started!!!