His childhood friend invites him out all the time to act as wingman because it can help, apparently, to have an attractive friend with you. This evening, I was going with them, to help his friend meet girls, and I thought it would show what a good girlfriend I’d make.

I met a girl at the bar and chatted with her a bit. She’d lost her friends, and I thought it was a golden opportunity to invite her to join us, so I introduced her to the boys. We were all standing around a high table, joking about the bright summer nights, and they seemed to hit it off. The friend had finally gotten his chance. But then he said out of nowhere, “Lilja thinks you’re ugly, but I don’t think that at all.”

The girl looked at me in bewilderment, and embarrassed, I mumbled, “I never said that. I think you’re awesome.”

But she disappeared into the crowd before I could get another word in. The friend said he didn’t understand why she was being so dramatic. She must be crazy.

As we walked home, just the two of us, I asked if his friend was on the spectrum. He shrugged his shoulders and said that that’s just the game.

The Game II

The Game II

The next weekend, the boys went out again. I was invited along, but I had zero interest in hanging out with his childhood friend and taking part in that bullshit again. He told me that they’d just started to walk up the hill on Bankastræti when they met two good-looking girls. He felt bad for his friend because he had absolutely no luck with women, and at that moment, he realized that the time for talk was over. It was time for action.

The girls on Bankastræti were both nineteen, and one of them was a vegetarian. They chatted, and before he knew it, she’d invited him back to her place. They left his friend and the other girl behind and hopped into a taxi, on their way to the suburbs. They went in her hot tub, where she gave him a hand job, and later they had sex. The morning after, he took the bus home to Vesturbær, where I’d stayed all night, and told me about that night’s game. He thought it was impressive that he didn’t even need to go into a bar to pick up a girl; he was so attractive, he could do it on the way there. I started to cry, but in a way it was my own fault. If I’d have gone with them, this never would’ve happened. He was just trying to help his friend.

Prevention I

Prevention I