I was doing the long distance thing with my girlfriend post college. My GF and a bunch of our friends were living in the city where we had gone to college, but I had moved home for grad school. One weekend I came into town and we went out with a big group.
It was mostly our college friends. But my best friend from college had a high school buddy that lived in that city too. I had met this guy twice before. His parents were Swedish or Norwegian but he grew up in the US. He was a decently handsome, skinny, average height, overly confident, hard partying rich kid. Me and him had never hit it off.
Anyway, that night my buddy's friend met us out at some downtown bar. All night he kept finding reasons to talk to my girlfriend, but was mostly ignoring me. He didn't say anything overtly sexual. But he was clearly checking her out, while low key hitting on her. And he seemed to find something super funny the whole time. My GF was really short and snippy with him all night. I noticed her pointedly glaring at him a few times, which he seemed to just brush off as hilarious.
Basically this guy had big time "I fucked your girlfriend" energy. I felt like he was lording it over my GF all night, keeping her nervous and on edge. My GF was over attached to me at the bar, with lots of PDA that felt performative. I am pretty sure something must have happened between those two at some party I was not there for. But I never confronted my GF about whether she got bent over and nailed in one of her short skirts by this cocky fucker.
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