Ok, this is an all out bitching thread, so those of you who don't care to read about my petty problems can hit the back button now. For all others, here goes: Some of you remember a thread a long time ago about who I should choose for a prom date. A girl who had an older alcoholic boyfriend or a girl who had been broken up with and I was pretty much the fallback guy for. Well, the drunken boyfriend of girl #1 ended up smashing two of my truck windows and threatening me, two police reports later I realized it was getting out of hand over a damn dance and said screw it. I went with the chick I was the fallback guy for. I picked up her at like 1, her mom was all excited cuz she likes me better than any of the boyfriends this girl has ever had. We took my friend's '03 GC on 22's because my mudder wasn't done. The first address she tells me to stop at we walk inside and waddya know, it's her ****in ex-b/f's house. GREAT. It's really awkward but at the end she gives him a long ass hug which kinda bugs me. I say whatever and we go from there. The next place we stop, someone tells my date that some fat chick has the same dress as her. AND THE **** HITS THE FAN...for like 3 hours she's completely inconsolabe, I try hugging her a few times and she just pushes me away like I'm being an ass. So we go to her friend's house so she can try and find a different dress because I was sick of hearing about it. She spends an hour and a half doing that and ends up changing back into her original dress. By now I'm steaming. We go out to eat, which of course I pay for (along with the flowers, prom tickets, and several other things) And she's still bitching about the dress thing. By now I'm tuning her out and thinking the dance will be better. We get to grand march and the couple that had been riding with us goes to their spots and she pretty well stops talking to me. I try and get her to smile and that just doesn't happen. We walk through grand march, out the other side, and basically go our seperate ways...I'm slightly agitated to say the least. My older sister comes down after grand march and wants a picture of us, I go grab her, she gives me her garter, I give her my tie, take a picture, and we start to talk again. I go around the corner to grab her something to drink, and when I come back, her ****ing ex-boyfriend is there and she's holding on to him like there's no tomorrow. This wasn't just a hug, it was like an I'm so glad you're here gosh I miss you sorta ****. I drop the drinks where I stand, walk out, and go home. She never called last night, walked right past me at work this morning and didn't say a word. To add insult to injury, the girl with the nasty drunken boyfriend somehow went with another guy and looked absolutely gorgeous. I talked to her more than I talked to my own date and she said I owed her a dance or two for standing her up, which I took her up on. Unbeknownst to me, her b/f was at grand march and stuck around for a few minutes, like the first slow song a few minutes....lucky lucky me, I'm just glad I had a friend's vehicle so he didn't know which windows to break. I'm sorry everyone, this has been an incredibly long post and I left out some of the most infuriating parts to make it shorter. I'm just so wound up it's unbelievable, I couldn't get a nut loose on my truck this morning and put a wrench through the wall for it. I ran over the camera with my damn truck and put my tux on the door of the rental place last night. Screw it, I don't know what else to say or do anymore.