unwilling competitor.

girls.I met my friend E a few days after I moved into my college dorm freshman year. You may or may not remember her from this post – how I met their father part 2.

She and I became best friends. Inseparable. It took us about two minutes of conversation to realize that we were somehow magically connected. We didn’t even have to try. It felt like love at first sight, only without the romance and sex. [That’s a half-lie. Again, see how I met their father part 2.]

Maybe this infatuation-like friendship was the reason for my obliviousness to her overly competitive nature. I was naïve for a long time before I realized what was happening.

Not Quite Single White Female.

E and I had lots in common, but many differences as well – inside and out. When we met, she wore pink. I [obviously] wore black. She listened to crap music [crap music to me], I was all about alt-rock.

Within a week, E stopped wearing anything lighter or brighter than an acceptable medium shade of gray. This had to have sliced her wardrobe in half, at least. And she started telling everyone her favorite band was Smashing Pumpkins. Of course, she had never heard of them until I introduced her days before. Please, she didn’t even know who the hell Morrissey was!

dr martens.

One weekend while visiting my sister, I got some new Dr Martens. [Still have that very pair today…] The next time E went home to her parents, she returned with her first pair of Docs. Identical to mine. I decided to put a little red in my hair. It looked amazing and I loved it. Until E did the same.

People started asking us if we were sisters. I always thought that was sweet because we were such great friends – so close that everyone assumed we’d known each other forever. We would play Pictionary and with barely two lines on the paper, the other knew exactly what it was. No one would let us be on the same team. I swear, one curved line and I knew the answer was rabbit. I have no idea how that’s possible. I just knew.

I had never had a friend I felt closer to than her. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see it. She was slowly becoming me. Not in a creepy Single White Female way, but more of an admiration kind of thing. She thought I was cool and she wanted to be like me. Just like me. And before I knew it, she became better at being me than I was.

We’d meet other students, and since E was more outgoing that I have ever been, she’d do most of the talking at first. She would say thanks when they said ‘cool boots’ or complimented her clothes or her hair, of course, with no acknowledgement that her style was mine. She would bring up music she never heard of before she met me and our new friends would think she was the coolest.

She let everyone think everything about her was her own… that she’d always had those clothes or that taste in music. And because I was shyer and quieter, people assumed I was the one who was trying to be like her… yet it was precisely the opposite. And I never said anything.

Pizza and Men.

E used to tell this funny yet gross story about her little brother. Whenever her parents would get a pizza for dinner, her little bro would flip the box open and proceed to lick the pieces he wanted so no one else would want them. Gross, right?

E did the same thing. With men.

men.

Every guy we met [and being together so much, we often met them at the same time], she would stake claim in some way or other before I even had a chance to learn more about him than his name. [Not sure if she ever did this literally by licking, but it’s possible.] It didn’t matter who he was – hot or not, fun or not, nice or not, hell, gay or straight. She claimed every guy for herself. Even if she was not even the tiniest bit interested in him. She just had to win. With me. Every time. With everyone and everything.

I even met guys in class – classes E was not taking – so I met them before her. Oh, but then we’d be at dinner or something and my new friend would walk by, say hi, maybe even sit with us, and she took over from there.

It went like this: I met a guy. He was cool. And… E fucked him. Said guy never came around again… unless she continued to fuck him… which usually didn’t happen because she’d already moved on to the next guy I was even slightly interested in. Not only did she rip away any possibility of me dating these guys, I couldn’t even be friends with them because when E was done with them, they didn’t come back.

Like her brother and the pizza, she ‘licked’ them all before I ever had a shot.

Abandon and Return.

I spent half of my junior year [and half of the summer prior] in London. For almost six months, she wasn’t my wanna-be doppelganger ripping every relationship out from under me. But it ended. Christmas came and I had to go home. I missed my family and all, but I kind of wanted to stay in London for the rest of my life.

london.

Upon returning to school after the holidays, E was especially cold to me. She resented me for leaving her. Yeah. As if it was about her. I had dreamt of moving to London since I was 14 years old! E had made some new friends while I was away. I assume she didn’t fuck them all because they were still around. And now, she didn’t want me around.

I met a girl who lived next door to me that semester. We got along fabulously. She was also friends with E, so one night when E had invited a bunch of girls to her room for girls night, my new friend invited me along. E glared at me from the moment I walked in. But I wasn’t going to leave. She would have to throw me out in front of everyone which would make her look like a total bitch. So… she didn’t throw me out.

The next day, she came to my room, alone, and told me I wasn’t invited and shouldn’t have been there and shouldn’t come back.

Fuck her.

Conception.

E and I lived in the same dorm senior year. I had a nice big single room. It was awesome [and came in especially handy later on when I met JD and some others, and then David]. E had a boyfriend. I mean, she was with one guy and stopped fucking everything that walked past her. [It’s not a judgement – I don’t care how many guys she did or how many guys or girls anyone does… I cared about how she treated me.]

This one guy she was with got her pregnant. She came to me. To tell me all about it. She wanted a friend. She still had her while-I-was-in-London friends, but she came to me. Of course, I let her in. I was either really nice or really stupid. She told me the pregnancy was accidental but they were happy. I’m not so sure. He wanted to get married more than she did, but she said yes anyway.

About a month later, she miscarried. When she told me, she sounded fine. Like she was telling me she caught a cold or something. And she told me that she wondered if she caused it because when her cramping began, it was immediately following sex. With another guy… not her boyfriend. But she sounded curious not sad.

Days later, I ran into her on campus with her boyfriend, and they told me they were still getting married. I could not understand why. Attention? Who the fuck knows. E was already cheating on him. But I said nothing. And I helped her plan a very small wedding.

Next up: Groom’s Brother. And the rest.

 

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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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48 Responses to unwilling competitor.

  1. Miriam says:

    I feel as though I’ve just sat through a movie, a very intense melodrama of single life and love. And I’m curious to know what happened next. Thanks for sharing, Sandra.

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  2. The weirdness of female “friendships” sometimes baffles me. Dudes are so easy to get along with. What you see is what you get. I’ve tried to be more dude-like as a friend. It doesn’t work all the time though! Anyway this was a fascinating read and I can’t wait for the rest of the story!

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  3. sassandsauce says:

    Jeez .. Me and my bestie had a similar friend. We would introduce her to our guy friends, and she would flirt and dirty-dance and somehow mess it all up. But we didn’t mind it at that time, because we weren’t that interested (romantically) in them. Later, we realised that she doesn’t introduce us to her guy friends. SO it was like we stupidly supplied her with guys, while she kept her guys all to herself. Then she began flirting with guys we had a thing for, began bad-mouthing us to them, and ruining any possible relationships/flings for us. And then we realised we had had enough. We no longer talk to her. Good riddance right? 😀

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    • It’s a very ‘center-of-attention’ thing. One of my sisters is like this. Not with guys, necessarily, but with everything. The other 3 of us could have something great to share, but if she was around, she’d always turn it into a conversation about herself. But the hoarding of guys? How many do you need, really? Maybe a lot, but that’s just one at a time until you find the right one! Not every guy all the time! 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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  4. Xeno says:

    not to speak bad of anyone, but i kind of feel bad for E in the sense of her being not satisfied, content with her life and acting in ways that really sabotage lovely relationships. all the same, it’s good to know when you know things aren’t working out between you and another friend. wishing you peace an’ blessings! 💗

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  5. The V Pub says:

    With friends like that! She must have had some major insecurities to behave like that. I wonder how life turned out for her.

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  6. Great read, Sandra. I’m dying to know more…

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  7. Wendy says:

    Wow. What a story. I had one of those at college too. I never could figure out why she got so sideways with the competition. Especially with guys. She found me last year in Linked In. It turns out she is Bi Polar and a Manic Depressive. Mental illness. What could I even say ? But it did explain a lot.

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  8. My E was an L. She could suck all the oxygen out of a room in two seconds. At least all my oxygen. We remained friend-ish, until recently when she informed my HUSBAND that she knew it would hurt him, but he had to accept he would never be able to have her. REALLY!! After 20+ years of marriage, you think you stood a FUCKING chance in HELL? Kicked the Bitch to the curb and haven’t looked back yet. 🙂

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  9. stephieann8 says:

    I’m sitting here wanting to read more! She sounds very needy and that kind of competitive nature would make me crazy!

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  10. lolabipola says:

    I have one like that. We’re still friends, but there have been times where we didn’t talk for ages. She’s much better now – well, since she got married… And she lives in another country, which helps!

    I think I realised, when we were in our 20s, that she wasn’t as confident as she made out, and that she envied me for some obscure reason. Fuck knows why! She was allowed to have as many friends as she liked, but I was only allowed to have her. She hated it when I made new friends, and she would get really ugly with me. But she matured, eventually…

    I do still wonder why I remained friends with her. But we went through a lot of really tough stuff together, and they’re just seems to be some weird, cosmic sense to our friendship. Like we were meant to be connected.

    And then, years after we first became friends, we found out we were actually distantly related!!!! How weird is that!

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  11. Seriously, I will never understand what it is between women, where a relationship can turn so quickly. Screw her.

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  12. Single White Female (as in the movie) type friends scare. the. crap. out. of. me.

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  14. Wow…so intense. Looking forward to more of this story because with people like that…it never ends.

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