stories that kinda make me look bad and drabble info

(So I didn’t really set a firm deadline for getting the drabbles in.  And I know that a couple of stragglers are still working on them.  Let’s say that if the link to them is in my inbox by 6 am eastern tomorrow morning, they are in the contest.  Cool?  Cool.)

I’ve mentioned my friend Melanie here a few times.  Not as often as she’d like, I’m sure.

Mel is a long-time real life female friend.

I’ve had other female friends over the years.  But late night make-out sessions made things weeeeeeeird.  Or they were dating my friends, and when my friends cheated on them they were bitter that I didn’t tell them.

1) I’m not a rat.

2)  Seriously?  The bro code.  Come on.

In one case I absolutely adored the girl.  We were good friends.  But I denied denied denied.  Even after, unbeknownst to me, my buddy came clean to her.  She had to physically drag him over in front of me.

Him: It’s true.  I told her.

Me: (turning to her) Screw it.  Fiiiiiiiiine.  He cheated on you.  Happy?

I felt bad about that one.  She’s a sweetie.  And she even set me up with her sister.  (If Melanie was telling this story, she would mention a confusion over names that would make me look bad.)

(But she isn’t.  Sooo nyah!)

I think I’ve known Melanie since I was 5.   And we started going to the same junior high when we were 12.  So she knows a few stories about me.  (And will never, ever be asked to guest post.)

Jump ahead to this past weekend.  Melanie brought a female friend home from the city.

A CUTE female friend.

Melanie even brought her to my house.  (I wanted to hug Mel a little for that.)

They got out of the car and were talking to my sister, my bro-in-law, my dad and The ACN in the driveway.

I was still in the house thinking, “Uhm… there’s a pretty girl.  In my driveway.  I’m unsure how to proceed.”

I should mention at this point that my town has a dating pool the size of a shot glass.  A dirty shot glass.  So seeing pretty girls is not a common occurrence.  Except for seeing Melanie.  She is pretty and funny.  (Did I get that wording right, Mel?)

Annnnyway.  I decided that a good way to proceed would be to go outside where said pretty girl was.  I’m clever like that.

As I walked towards the door, I went down the list:

“No bats in the cave? Check.”

“Proper bend in bill of baseball cap and– I’m not wearing a cap!  Abort!  Abort!”  But I was already opening the door.