I must take the time to applaud you for ruthlessly and glamorously bitch slapping that philandering swine. What you did was brutal yet honorable and dignified. But we must admit, I can say that only because I wasn't involved in the scene. Yes love, I still have a little selfishness left in me.
Now you know I was right when you had to learn your lesson the hard and hurtful way. As your ever considerate friend, I understand why you didn't take my advice at first. But what I resent now is you not telling me that you picked this shameless schmuck off the streets, the level of ghettoness that is far out from our supposed standards. For this, we must cool off our friendship for at least a day so I can think things over and forgive you for ruining my reputation of having friends with only the finest tastes.
If you only needed someone to call your own, I would've made a better boyfriend. Because my loyalty has long been tried and true despite of what the unfortunate ones who never had me say otherwise. Too bad though, you're not my type.