My BFF’s GF
The Other Third Wheel: Surviving Your BFF’s Significant Other
(Jeffery Giorgi) Living with your best friend is one of those things in life that most people (at least guys) think is the greatest thing in the world. Nerf wars, gaming sessions, always got someone to split the cost of take-out with; it really doesn’t get too much better.
That’s why most people, after their freshman year at least, opt to share a dorm with whoever they’re closest with. And then you graduate and you hopefully get your dream apartment. You’ll celebrate the joint purchase of a television and couch as you both sleep on your futon or air mattress because who needs a real bed when you have a couch and big t.v. It’s pretty exciting and I guarantee some incredible memories will be made, perks of living with a BFF.
yeah, it’s kind of like that.^^
Of course, some problems will arise, toothpaste in the sink, last of the milk gone, someone didn’t replace the toilet paper. But in the grand scheme of things, it’s really nothing to worry about.
But, there is one thing, completely out of your control that will determine the fun factor of your sweet pad—your roommate’s boyfriend or girlfriend.
It goes without saying that everyone wants their best friend and their significant other to get along. And usually that’s the case. When you live with someone who’s dating though, things can become complicated.
Perhaps an example is in order.
I recently had a Christmas party with lots of guests. Twas a grand ole time and by the end of the night a few select people were all just sitting around listening to music and having great conversation.
One of those people was my BFF (I’m going to keep using this term, I don’t care about the connotation that comes with it) and another of those people was a girl who showed up that he was hitting it off with smashingly well.
I quite approved of this girl too, until she found my guitar.
Come on, when has anyone liked the person who plays guitar at a party? It’s like saying you enjoy it when a guy plays guitar at a party.
I wanted to so bad
Then, while still playing guitar, she started singing—loud.
Even after the guitar was put down, and while some songs I really enjoyed were playing, she continued to sing—loud.
As I sat there with my back to her (she’d moved to get the guitar) I surveyed the room. One person was laughing hysterically, though he was really intoxicated so he got away with it, another was texting me question marks and wtf’s. But the one reaction I could not have predicted, that of my bff.
“Keep going, that sounds really good.”
And like that, the glass shattered. From then on out everything she did annoyed the piss out of me.
Same night, watching Netflix with the last few remaining people, I try to find something to make everyone happy.
“Oh that’s good. I like that. That’s a great movie. We should watch that. Why are you skipping past everything I say?”
The next day when I asked my bff if it was worth it, I may have asked it differently, he let me know that he was planning on seeing her again.
And despite how much I desperately didn’t want that to be his response, I was still really happy for him.
He’s a really great guy who’s had some seriously bad luck with the ladies and this one digs him.
And in the end that means she unanimously gets my seal of approval.
For all of the pro’s that come from living with your best friend, there’s always going to be a bunch of con’s. And if the worst one is that their significant other annoys you, then you made out ok.
I still told him about all the things that really bugged me, cause that’s what best friends do. I just won’t let her near my guitar again—ever.
by Jeffery Giorgi |bright futura staff writer