He's being ridiculous. He can't guilt trip you into liking something just because he likes it. You aren't stopping him from doing anything, he's choosing not to (for whatever silly reason). It's not fair for people to make choices and then complain about them and hold you responsible.

Yes! Yes! Yes! What's the worst thing that could possibly happen? He might talk to you?

That's exactly the moment to smile!

I'll be trying to smile at enough boys for the both of us - you may smile at whomever you please.

I think that's something that everyone should understand. Tell her that it's nothing personal about B, just that you aren't that close and it's a special weekend for you. If you are kind about it then there shouldn't be any hurt feelings.

Just one week. How hard could that be?

"It's be great to have B join us for some of the after party fun but Man and I talked and we're trying to keep the actual event really small - I'm sure she'll understand."

In an effort to get less single, I am vowing here today to smile at one boy each day next week. Anyone want to join the pact?

Welp, back in the OKC saddle. Wish me luck!

I just broke up with a complainer. I can deal with depression and other mental health issues but the constant complaining and self-pity... get me out! You know why you're unhappy? Because you're ungrateful.

I don't think you'd be crossing any lines to step in and say that perhaps some family matters are best not discussed at the dinner table.

I usually go with a casual, "So, I'm not seeing anyone else and I'm not planning to - FYI." He can then responds with a "me too" or some other conversation-starter.

Apparently I do not like high fives enough. This is the dumbest breakup of all time.

Right?!? I know that I'm a bitch sometimes but that's objectively a pathetic reason to stop seeing someone.

I sort of thought we were friends (with benefits) before this all went down. But now? No thanks.

My godson totaled my 2000 Toyota Tacoma. I took the insurance payout and bought at 2007 Lexus because I didn't have the space in my life to go car shopping the way that I would like and I wanted something inspected and under warranty.

Holy Saturday Night Salvation! So per my story below, the mister is no longer my mister. But I just remembered that he left root beer float mixings here and I have vodka in the freezer - and I LOVE me some root booze floats!

You tell him that if he's not happy then the least he can do is respect you enough to tell you and set you free.

Sadly, I'm pretty sure that I don't want to be his friend. He's too much of the fussing and fighting and I can't hang. I don't like the drama.

Totally understandable and just the sort of terrible thing I'd do. You've got history and affection and a very serious bond. It probably won't turn out well. You'll probably be sorry. You only live once.