All-American Girl
I had been texting with a guy for months late at night. He offered to take me out for drinks, and on a lark, I accepted. I was rebounding off another man, and my standards were pretty low. His friend “just so happened” to be drinking at the same pub we went to.
They stood at the bar, not ten feet from the table we were sitting at, and every time this guy drained his drink, he would go up to the bar and chat with his friends.
This was obnoxious enough, but on his third little chat, they were all plastered and started talking about me—my looks, my accent, whether I would be any good in bed, etc.
I was ten feet away and I could hear their conversation. He was so distracted moaning about how this American girl—me—was not as easy as he’d thought that he didn’t even notice me walk by him and out the door. Story credit: Reddit