Happy belated Halloween ya group of ravenous candy loving bastards! Hope you enjoyed, I know I did. It was a lot of fun this year compared to the past couple. I went to a friends wedding (congratulations Corey and Alicia!) and spent a lot of the evening with my little brother and his super amazing girlfriend (also another Alisha). I'm not generally the party type, but since I was in good company this year I spent a little time out and about meeting a few new people.

Just as a note to lead into this... I seem to raise a ruckus wherever I go. I'm not saying whether I am a douche bag, or whether I'm not a douche bag, but I'll allow you to decide as I lead into my little story here.

So we show up at this little shindig, somewhere in Louisville, I'm not really sure because I followed my brother. It's a nice little gathering and everyone seems to be having a good time. It turns out I know the girls hosting the Halloween Bash, so I give a few hugs, sit around a bit and take notice of a tall, slender, adorable yet slightly awkward (if you're reading this please try to remember that I think awkward is an adorable quality, I'm a bit awkward myself) young woman.

Now, sadly, I wasn't born with all of the standard social graces so I stumble through the best I know how. I smile... awkwardly lol. Think about approaching her and decide there's no need to rush, after all we'd only just arrived.

Well to make this short story even shorter and to spare the adorable details of a first meeting and get straight to the point...

After a short bit of giving her "shit" as it were she takes a break to go smoke a cigarette outside. I casually make my way to the porch and when she tells me she's only started smoking against two weeks ago I, like a bad ass... or douche bag... rip the cigarette out of her mouth and stomp it out. This leads to a little flirting which is followed directly by a little kissing, which is followed by a little bit more passionate kissing. Yay, everyone loves Halloween and I love making out, and she seemed to be enjoying herself as well, everybody wins!

... or not lol

As it turns out her ex-boyfriend is in attendance at this party and apparently was watching us through the glass doors. My little brother comes outside to let me know because apparently everyone really super likes her ex and I should do what I want but maybe not in sight of the living room lol.

When cute young woman (whose name shall remain annonymous but you know who you are) and I return to the properly heated housing structure, we're greeted by some rather less than pleasant looks. I found the situation funny in its own way, as stated you can judge for yourself whether I'm a douche bag or not. As the situation grows a little less comfortable in the house this cute young girl and I decide to leave the party for a little while, which I don't think helped the situation any.

Anyway, we returned, he was smashed and a bit goofy but completely unwilling to approach me to broach the subject and everyone else was either scolding the cute young woman or giving me admonishing and reproachful looks. At this point I decided, fuck it, I'm not opposed to being judged but I thought everyone should at least understand my perspective on it, and now you shall know as well.

For those of you considering me a douche bag, I think you should consider that I am also a man, and her ex was also a man. As a man it's my job to accept the consequences of my actions and to think about the repercussions that putting myself into certain situations might have. This is my full take on it; if I'm willing to go to a party where I know one of my ex's is (which I won't do because I'm not fucking retarded) I had better be ready for a worst case scenario that she hooks up with another guy, takes him into a bedroom and fucks his brains out(which didn't happen in this situation so no one confuses the cute young girl with a slut, she's not and actually she has a lot of self respect and if you don't think so and happened to have been at this party you can go fuck yourself). I'm sorry that's my take on things, if I do something that could imply pain and suffering, then I have to accept my consequences for those actions.

In the end it was time for me to leave and she was still being lectured and I had made sure everyone knew that neither of us had done anything wrong from my perspective and he really probably shouldn't have come to the party.

I'll end on this note; as I was walking away I heard her telling him something that I'm glad I haven't had to hear in a long time. It went a little something like this, "We, we just have such a good friendship and I don't want to risk losing that, that's why I think it has to be like this." So regardless of whether you think I'm a douche bag or not, I'd rather be a douche bag with the girl than the guy stuck on the other side of that ugly friend line any day, but I'd prefer to just be that slightly offensive guy who happens to be cute and funny and gets the girl than the douche bag if it's possible lol... you decide.