Steak Night

$10 Steak at Botanica with my best friend Tash! How could I pass that up?

We arrived nice and early and found that everyone else had the same idea. My friend found us a table to share with a few individuals out of the throes of men in that place. Meat? Yes please! No wonder Tash loves steak night! After about ten minutes our beautiful steaks came, mine with a comment, 'Who's the vampire?' Rare. I have to have mine rare. mmm...

I felt one of the boys sit next to me and saw my friend's face change from one of delight to one of displeasure. Not good. I turned to my right to see a friend of the boy she had been seeing. Displeasure? I must be missing something. So we continued to chat about important issues pertaining to the survival of the world, us, while devouring our big juicy steaks and sipping glasses of expensive red wine that my friend snuck in. Her excuse being, 'This is an expensive bottle of wine that we can't let go to waste.'  Seems a good enough reason as any.

This change in my friend's mood encouraged me to scope out alternate seating arrangements, and in seeing an empty, oversized couch, we quickly grabbed our things and plonked ourselves into the soft, leathery cosiness. She explained that the boy who was next to me had messaged her the previous night wanting to 'catch up', obviously indicating something of sexual nature. This raises the question: What would possess a man to want someone his friend had already been with? Is it male competitiveness, an animal instinct? Or is it a character flaw, one that signifies dim-wittedness?  Or, as a male counterpart has suggested with a similar thought from my friend, perhaps they are the sharing and caring type of boys who see her as an object of sexual gratification? Needless to say, she wasn't interested.