Fuck, why?

Dealing with the same old wounds again, women huh? Why do they have to be so pretty. In the words of Aristophanes "living with women is hell, living without women is hell". So this girl I liked (the one with the boy friend "dream girl" as we shall call her) invites me to her birthday. I think "ok why not I'll go". But as the day comes closer, I start to regret saying yes and wanting to back out. Now I usually trust my gut, but my friend, you know being a friend and knowing I was going through some shit said "hey man sjut come, have fun eat good food". Food was shit, people sucked and had no fun. That and seeing the girl and her boyfriend eating together made me want to punch someone. Being the gentleman I am, I left mid way our of fury and obligation to my volunteering job (which didn't need me that day). In retrospect, it was a waste of time. I could have been looking over my paper or masturbating. Either way, I wish I didn't go.