Chris #2, Seabreeze Employee
Your friend and the not-so-hot guy end up hanging out in the parking lot of an Abbott's Frozen Custard drinking wine coolers, until somehow he decides that it is a good idea to get into his car and go somewhere else.
They drive about with his hand on her thigh while she chain-smokes, listening to him talk about his ugly car. He pulls into the empty parking lot of a remote mall and refuses to leave until she has sex with him. When he finally takes her home, she doesn't tell anyone what really happened, and gets grounded for being late and harassed by constant phone calls from her new boyfriend.
She tells you months later what happened and you hate yourself for awhile, because ever though you weren't there, you should have been, and no one gives girls psychic tools for after the fact. This is what boys are like? Some of them? All of them? You've got to go find out for sure.
Go punish yourself for what happened.
To meet a boy who isn't a goddamn sack of shit, go to the library.
