Ah, memories... New Years 2000. At friend's house for the usual NYE party thing, but my boyfriend of 2 years claims he needs to be with family that night and can't go, so I go solo. In the course of the evening the following happens:
But the piece de resistance, the icing on the shit cake of an evening, was when a guy who was a friend of my boyfriend's, but who has never met me, informs me that said boyfriend is with his girlfriend tonight and won't be making it to the party.
"That's funny, I'm his girlfriend and he's not here obviously," said I.
"Joe is going out with Megan," the guy replies, slightly confused. "You're not Megan."
"...No, I'm not."
"Oh shit."
Megan, btw, was the bitch Joe had been cheating on me with and eventually broken up with me for the previous year. We had managed to patch it back up when their thing blew up and he came crawling back full of apologies. Like a dumbass 20 year old, I was THRILLED to have Joe back. Well, surprise surprise, Joe's been fucking Megan the whole time.
Having just survived my hair being lit on fire, I am fresh out of fucks to give, so I called him and informed him that the jig was up and he needed to make a decision about who he wanted to be with. Later that day, he IM'd me to attempt to explain that he thinks he loves me, but he's not sure. I told him he can kindly fuck himself and cut off all contact. He hasn't attempted, in 16 years, to get back in touch, though I did hear through a mutual friend a few years back that he apparently said to him over a beer one night, "Hey, you remember KittyDentures? She sure was sexy."
You bet your ass I did a victory lap when I heard that.