You can bet your sweet little heart it'll happen again.

History has a way of repeating itself, especially when history is concerning college aged men. (I speak out of experiences of my own, ladies.)

So, here is the skinny on the situation:

Last night when I got off of work around 10 p.m., I got a text message from a friend saying large quantities of cheap booze were needed because the guy that she likes had dropped the "I can only offer you friendship" bomb. So, like any friend, I went to pick her up and found the nearest watering hole so she could drown her sorrows in $2 longnecks.

Bad idea.

To her credit, she'd held it together quite well on the way to the bar, explaining the situation and what had happened in all of its blow-by-blow glory. She was even fine while we were at the bar. On the way home, however, the water works began.

Crap.

My heart goes out her, really, it does, but this guy and my friend had never even kissed. Talk about over attachment. Pump the breaks, little lady! I tried to keep my voice even as I spoke to my hysterical friend, "Ya know, he isn't worth your tears if he is going to treat you that way. You deserve so much better."

It's true. She does and she needs to know it. After all, this guy was sending ALL the wrong signals. He had me convinced he was interested in her romantically. Sadly, it isn't the first time I've been wrong and it sure won't be the last.

When we arrived at her car, I'd managed to calm her down considerably. I told her it'd hurt for a bit, but then it'd get better like it always does.

Flash forward to this morning.

I get a text saying, "I texted him."

WHAAAAAAAAT?!

"And?" was all I could muster as a reply.

She went on to tell me he had apologized for being a butthead. (An apology text? Really? Don't put out too much effort, dear.) Then he asked her if that had really happened last night or if it was all a bad dream.

... Yeah, it really happened, you idiot! Because I had to sit in a karaoke bar and listen to people rap out Vanilla Ice for two and a half hours because YOU made a mess of my friend's heart.

Her reply? "No. It didn't." Then she apologized to him!

GIVE ME A BREAK.

I was livid! How can she be so quick to forgive something like this? Especially if it went down the way she said... he apparently wasn't very nice.

I wanted to shake her and tell her it'd happen again if she just forgave everything. I mentioned they should at least talk about what happened and why it had.

Her response: "But if we talk about it I end up being a bitch."

My retort: "Better than a doormat."

Ladies, really. Life is too short to surround yourself with people who don't really know if they want to be around you. Adopt the attitude of, 'Take me or leave me, 'cause I'm not going to change who I am for anyone.' Never apologize for something that isn't your fault, and especially never apologize for the way you feel about someone or something. If he can't see what a catch you are, someone else will. I swear by it. Until then, kick those losers to the curb and go enjoy a celebratory drink with your girlfriends.

... But I'm not buying this time...