[M. and I move his and my stuff]

by pandaqueen1001

[M. and I move his and my stuff up to his place in DC. Two days of driving. Day we get in is M’s birthday. H. writes a birthday message in the form of a haiku on his Facebook wall. M. does not explain.

I meet H. at his birthday dinner. At this point M. has known H. for one month. She gives him an expensive, elaborately-planned down-to-the-wrapping-paper gift, with a handmade card–also all exclusively based on inside conversations/jokes with him. He nor she cares to explain or include me.

She gets drunk later that night and spends all evening sitting next to him, flirting with, and talking only to him. Ignores me.]