The Befuddlement of a 20-something Gal

It may or may not be that I am indeed a 20 something befuddled gal, or that this is merely Idaho, or that they are merely boys, or maybe it's all three, who knows? It would appear that said girl above seems to only know guys who will either fall in love upon first sight or despise upon first sight as well. The middle group of "I might like her" seems to be completely overlooked. And while I am indeed speaking for myself I know a plethora of other 20 somethings that are befuddled right there alongside with me. To compensate for this lack of middle ground that I have above stated, I will now recount a tale of a girl, a bed,a cabin in the woods, and a boy whose love turned to hatred upon rejection,a night that should have been fun, a night the ended up bad, and all in all a really great story for anyone who has ever had or is a stalker.
For the sake of the stalkers morale we shall call him Tina. Tina is a man-bitch. Upon ones meeting of this Tina one realizes that the definition of man-bitch in regards to Tina is quite accurate. (For the sake of those who can't read between the lines, Tina is indeed a male). A man-bitch is a man who acts like a pregnant women right before they are about to go into labor.Hormonal. A man bitch is like your fat cousin who cried when they dropped their cupcake; your fat cousin is 16. A man-bitch is that person at the party who doesn't quite make it to the garbage can and pukes on your fake Ugg boots.
This story takes place on a complex of cabins on Hayden Lake, in Coure d' Alene Idaho. They are my friends family's cabins and she had invited my friends and all of her friends to stay for the weekend. Her friends include the lovely Tina. Lovely Tina has been telling me ever since freshman year of college that she is in love with me, I keep telling Tina that I don't reciprocate that emotion towards her, (not even as a friend), but I spare Tina's delicate emotional soul and leave that part out. Tina followed me home once, Tina waited outside my bedroom for an hour once, drunk, Tina bruised my wrist once, Tina is kind of creepy.
After hours of drinking at my friends cabin everyone is starting to pass out. I go to cabin next door and crash on the fold-able couch, four people are in the bedroom next door and that includes Tina and her other friend Sally(also a male), my friend who owns the cabin, and my one of my best girlfriends. As I start to doze off into drunken slumber land I hear the creak of door, I look around, the front door hasn't moved at all. I lie back down, and there is an even larger creak that comes from down the hall, something was stirring. I shoot up in bed and stare at the dark figure that had come wafting down the plank. As I squint in the shadows I notice who the intruder upon my sleep is, it is Tina. Tina is staring down at me from where she stood,
" Sleeping were we?" she says slyly.
" Yeah Tina, go away."
"I just want to talk, Liz, is that ok? Can a friend not talk to a friend."
"No Tina, its 3am in the morning, we aren't friends, and this is defiantly not the time to talk."
"But Liz can't i just hop in bed with you for a minute?"
"No TINA! Go away!" Tina hops in anyways and stares at me from across the bed. My heart is racing and just as I am about to get up and run to another cabin...
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