A few years ago, I went out to the local bar to play some lawn games and watch some live music with my boyfriend at the time, Mike, and a few of our friends. His roommate Greg was also there but Mike hated Greg. And for NO good reason. Greg was always a really good guy and he just didn’t like Mike being a messy, loud, inconsiderate roommate. Mike also didn’t like that Greg and I had a lot in common and would end up chatting in the living room for hours while Mike played some video game. Seriously, Mike would rather me sit on his bed, bored and scrolling Instagram, than either fuck me, hang out with me, or let me hang out with his roommates. It didn’t stop me and I kind of liked that it pissed him off. He could easily have just given me any amount of attention and I would’ve hung out with him!