My friend just got out of a long-term relationship and recently started talking to a new guy. He’s a friend of a friend and supposedly the kind of guy you can trust, the kind of guy who doesn’t run around with a lot of girls. Or so she was told.
After a couple weeks and a couple hook ups, she goes to one of the only bars in our small, college town, and runs into the guy. He’s sweet, attentive, and apologizing for not being around the past week – he knew she had just broken up with her boyfriend and didn’t want to jump in too quickly.
Just as things started to seem like he was really interested he flips the switch, starts acting really drunk, and has the audacity to leave her with bartender and an unpaid tab. She is forced to pay his $40 bill. Understandably, she is pissed off and goes to hunt down this guy only to find him ordering more drinks on the other side of the bar on a tab he already closed. The bartenders call him out and ask him to leave so he and my friend go back to his place.
When they get there, she notices Urban Outfitters lip balm sitting on his bed. Has he been hooking up with other people since they started seeing each other? No, he says. It’s actually his lip balm.
“But seriously, do you really think I’m going to believe that this is yours? This is GIRLS lip balm.”
“It’s my mom’s,” he says.
For about 10 minutes their argument continues, my friend in complete disbelief that this slightly-tinted lip balm from the beauty section of Urban Outfitters belongs to this guy. Eventually he throws the lip balm out of the room and says it doesn’t exist. Drop it. There is no lip balm. Confused and upset that he denied this to her face, my friend goes home.
The next day he texts her asking what happened the night before. She gives him a brief overview with all the embarrassing details including the scene in the bedroom, and he tells her that he is sorry he was so drunk and rude. He started drinking that day at 5 pm.
“I haven’t been with anyone since we first hooked up, he tells her. “The lip balm, I’m afraid to say, is really mine. My mom had it and I tried it once and really liked it. I know it’s embarrassing, but that stuff is awesome, and I’m going to keep using it.”
My friend was dumbfounded. I don’t know what’s worse, a guy who hooks up with other girls and lies about it to your face or a guy who uses slightly-tinted lip balm from the beauty section of Urban Outfitters.