This rant is kinda long, and I really don't care if you read it.
Do you have any idea how douchey that was? Of course you do, but you don't care. You'd fall in love with the first guy who said you had a pretty nose (which you do NOT, by the way, it's ugly as sin). He has a vendetta against me, do you understand this, he doesn't LIKE you, all you ever were to him was a way to get at ME. So, no, don't think you forfeited our friendship for something REAL, because you are nothing, NOTHING to him. I know his type, you'll be with him for a couple days, a couple weeks at MOST, and then he'll leave you, he won't have any qualms about it. Even more than that, I know YOUR type, too. You'll be head over heels, you sit by your phone waiting for him to text you, all day, every day. And when he leaves you, which he WILL, you'll cry and gorge yourself on Ben and Jerry's for a couple days, like you do every time a guy dumps you, which is never the other way around, and I hope you know why, because to the rest of us it's OBVIOUS. Then you'll come crawling back to me, and you'll say "Oh, Mangoes, why did I ever consent to be with him? It's you I like, Mangoes, and I can't understand why in the world I would fall for his deception, his lies!" and you know what I'll say? I'll tell you, "Sorry, but you had the chance to be my friend, you could've been for the longest time, and you have, but you destroyed that and we'll NEVER be the same again," and you'll cry in front of me and I'll leave you to be by yourself, because NO ONE wants you. And you know what? I'm a thousand times better in bed than you are, that's right, and every time you're sleeping with him it's ME he's thinking of, reliving OUR memories that he can never get back, and that you could NEVER replace. I hope you feel fat and ugly and unworthy, because YOU ARE. Have a good time! Because after it's over, you'll wonder if it was ever worth it, and life will scream at you, "NO, I WOULD TAKE IT BACK IN A SECOND," and that's all there is to it, doll.