8:00 p.m. Friday night was a bit of a disaster. It started out fine. Matt and I met up with Bobby and O and another couple. Then Matt's roommates arrive (with a few others) and Royce.

Royce is matt's friend whom I can take in small doses. Ok, so I'm not a fan.
Over the next few hours, vodka and beer is consumed. A couple of dart games are played, good conversation, until Royce stole the spotlight.

Royce has a knack for saying impolite and improper things in public. It started out with him deciding who gave good blowjobs and who was better in bed. This is coming from a married man with a 2 year old daughter. He targeted me and another girl Tina.

Later, he decided to share with me his top four best drunk moments. I'm all for hearing these stories from anyone. But with Royce, he had to have his arm around my neck, mimicking a headlock.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I went along with it. I tried to grab matt's attention but he was too drunk to even care or do anything. I developed a headache from the yelling of his stories and I finally managed to pry myself away.

Then he went on about how he and I should start a business and wouldn't let up. In my head I'm thinking: YEAH FUCKING RIGHT!I can't stand you.

Then he continued to talk about some girl and how hot she was. That she was a superior 10 and couldn't work the nerve to talk to her. I, on the other hand, am a 7, and has no problem talking to me (rather, yelling in my ear).

Another pitcher was ordered and I gave the "you've got to be kidding" look to matt because he could hardly keep his eyes open let alone tell his buddy to fuck off.

I finally grabbed my stuff and said I was going home. Matt agreed, and of course, so did Royce. I rolled my eyes at his roomies (one of whom was also a target for Royce's antics and wasn't having much of a good time) as I left.

Royce walked between me and Matt the entire way. During the walk, matt pointed out all the cabs that passed: Royce, there's a cab. Go get it!
I was pleased that matt was getting tired of him too.
Royce continued to talk about other women's breasts (because he's apparently walked in on a few female friends) and ranked them. He said I could be ranked if I wanted to. Disgusted, I just bit my tongue.

Inside, I was raging.

Raging that his behavior was tolerated. Raging because I was disappointed with my own passiveness. Raging because this guy will never change and will always remain the jerk he is.

He finally caught a cab.

Matt passed out in the bed so I wasn't able to talk about the night with him (which made me even more angry because I wanted to vent and ask how he could let Royce be such a prick to me and other girls).

I wish I was quick with words as Royce is. To banter at the level he does. To put him in his place.

Urg...I'm still annoyed.

n@s