"But lately I'm beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel." -Incubus

My friend Ryanne invited me out for drinks with the gang on Friday. I said yes. Know why? Mainly cuz they're a fine group of folks. And maybe Peter will be there. And Nick'll probably blow me off anyway. We sort of have tentative plans. But I'd rather go out with the gang. Whatever. I'm sure he'll find something to do. Besides, I could do without the inevitable "get your phone turned on" lecture or the "where does all your money go" refrain. I just want to go out, drink some beer, have some frickin' fun. And it's not like he's made much of an effort lately. I leave messages. He knows where I live. And yet it's been three weeks of being swept aside for the new BF (another I'll be "fortunate" enough not to meet) and dinners and drinks with more interesting friends than little old me.
I don't know. I give up. I don't think I want to play this game anymore. I'm tired of being the one that everyone forgets. It's no fun being left out, spending a rare weekend day off waiting. I should be anywhere else but here.