Sometimes the stupidity of men shock and amaze me.

I met this guy in the summer before I started university. He was friends with my friend Sara's boyfriend Mark. He also lived in Waterloo. We started talking about Waterloo because I was moving there for school in a matter of weeks. He never mentioned a girlfriend, though he did mention that he owned his own house right down the street from the school- walking distance even.

Surprisingly, a week after moving to school I get a call from Mark saying he was coming to Waterloo to party with Cat (the guy I had met) and Dos (his roommate who was also at the bonfire that night). He said I should come. Being new in town, and knowing that this guy had turned on the charm a couple weeks before, I said sure and got their address. I showed up and I was the only girl there. Alright cool, just me and the boys. We ended up drinking on their back deck and heading down to The Wax/The Still for the night. We were retarded drunk. There was seven of us, me and six guys. Retarded drunk. Within an hour, five of us had "disappeared" from the group, only to be found on the side of the road, kicked out of the bar later on, with the exception of one.

When I was kicked out of the bar, the other one person I was with left with me and we went on a search to find the guys. We didn't have to look too far. They were singing on the street corner being the hilarious drunken fools they are. But, we lost Mark.

Ah well, he's a big boy, he'll find his way back. We jumped in a cab and went back to Cat and Dos' house only to find three boxes of Pizza, and Mark passed out in the middle of the living room. Sweet! Food!

Everybody passed out pretty quickly and Cat and I went out to the front porch to talk. Well talking turned into something else. Yep, right there, on the front porch. Classy, I know.

But then he told me I would have to sleep in the living room. I was a bit ticked off, but I was drunk and tired so I said whatever. I was woken up very early and put in a cab and was sent back to my dorm room, just in time to see the entire building out front to receive their refrigerators. Awesome!

So, five years later I get a friend request from somebody named Chris. I don't recognize their name, but we have two friends in common. Mark and Sara. hmm... could it be? No way... oh YES WAY! He found me. But guess what? He's MARRIED... with a kid.

I dig a little deeper, oh yeah, he had a gf when we first met, the same girl he is married to. And after talking with Sara I discover that he owned his house, yes the house I was in, with his girlfriend. EVEN MORE... the reason I couldn't come upstairs to sleep... yeah she was in his bed waiting for him. WOW the nerve of this guy.

Even more.. he proposed a couple weeks after.

I wonder if she knows? Now wouldn't that be interesting.

I guess the moral of the story is, it is okay to be a slutty first year University student, but it's not okay to cheat on your girlfriend. Especially when she is upstairs waiting for you.

Oh, and apparently I make guys get married. Not to me, of course, but to their girlfriends. So ladies, if you want your men to propose, introduce them to me. I'm not the slutty first year anymore but I guess I make them realize what they have at home and will pop the question in a hurry. I guess that's why I am not even close to getting proposed to... not that I want it now anyways.