Conversation (Part 1)

"So does your boyfriend know that when he's not around you refer to him as your 'friend'?"
Staring. She wasn't expecting that.
"Because if I were ole Wilson, I don't think I'd like that."
"How do you know Wilson?"
"We met a few weeks ago at trivia night. I figured he told you."
"Well, what did you think?"
Pause. Thinking.
"I really can't see how my opinion matters much here..."
More staring. Expecting.
"Okay, look, I know this is none of my business, and I realize you're probably gonna think I'm an asshole...but what the Hell are you doing with this guy? Some cocky, arrogant, full of himself douchebag...I mean, he had a front tuck for God's sake! Maybe he was just drunk but...he was talking to other girls, he was saying that one time you and him were trying to do the lost distance thing and he called it 'a holiday.' He called being away from you, you of all people, a fuckin' holiday. I can't believe you're not smart enough to see right through this guy and blow this schmuck outta the water...There's no way he's treating you the way a girl like you deserves to be treated. There's just no way."
Silence.
Me staring. Expecting. Hoping.