I want everybody to be happy. If something goes wrong with your friends it’s painful for you too. If your friends are happy, you are automatically happy too. Or what I say is wrong? Maybe silly, not up to life and too simple. Anyway.

So my best’s friend name is Eric. We’ve always been good buddies, he always helped me when I had tough times. Surely I would do the same to him. We spent so much time together playing video games and drinking beer in the bar so now it seems like we were born to one mother.

We even went to the same school to be closer that’s what we did. I’m not quite aware who was the leader in our friendship, we changed our social roles quite often being strongly individual at the same time.

By the time we started our corporate work (in neighboring offices heh) he was dating a beautiful girl. She was a real slut, no offence, but Eric was mad about her. I tried my best to open his eyes but it didn’t take any effect. It made even worse, she saw that I knew the sort of thing that she was and hated me with all that passion that only women can love or hate. Eric used all the organs in the perception of that girl but not brain which is quite understanding because the girl was really beautiful.

Good guys always suffer, I learned that from long time ago, the better you are, the more other smart people see that and use you. Another thing that I learned is that good guys always deserve sluts to become their wives. So did Eric, they eventually got married.

Since I don’t believe in marriage, I stay single and hope to never regret I do. This fact, if added to Tina’s hatred, made us more distant with Eric, since I didn’t have my own family to join their joyful bbqs and everything else. Eric, naturally, couldn’t join me in the bar or sauna anymore which was too bad.

Eric had a cosmetic problem. He started losing hair at college and nothing could be really helpful, he was even thinking of operation but then met Tina, got married and had to provide for the family, what’s more with the expensive chick that Tina was. So he left the things at that blindly believing that his dearest Tina loves him the way he is.

He was quite bald head at their 5th anniversary. They invited friends and we had good time at the party, till something unbelievable happened. I was just going downstairs to grab more beers and heard something I couldn’t believe. She was there with their neighbor moaning and stuff, saying something like: don’t like his bald head, you are so hot etc. I felt like vomiting, honestly.

I didn’t say anything to Eric, no. That would break his heart I swear. Instead, I convinced him of the necessity of treating his baldness. It was lame, something like: attract attention of chicks, including your own wife. I hope this will help, because I’d hate to see my friends unhappy.

Rob, 32