"Angela is alone on the dancefloor and REALLY wants to dance with you!" said this girl I had an absolutely mad crush on (note: Angela is not her real name).

So I was at a nightclub with this girl I'd had a mad crush on for about a week. Let's call her Rose. We were outside and chatting. This dude who looked like his head was a potato came over and also started chatting to us. The way I saw it, we were all just getting to know each other. This was a dude that lived nearby, and he probably just wanted to get to know some people and make some friends.

Folks, this was in my early, more naive days of clubbing.

As time went on, those two were chatting more and more, and I was becoming more and more... third wheel. Eventually, Rose turned to me and told me that Angela, her friend, was alone inside and wanted to dance with me. So it was Rose I had the crush on, but I was actually really quite flattered that someone actually WANTED to dance with me! I figured having a dance with Angela could also be fun since she was pretty hot too (bearing in mind I was 8 shots of vodka deep into the night).

I moshed my way through the crowded smoking area to go back inside to the dancefloor to find Angela. Couldn't find her anywhere inside, so I went back outside to find Rose... SMOOCHING potato-head. And I mean, they were absolutely NECKING each other.

Rose totally lied to me just to get rid of me. Oh and by the way, she even knew that Angela was gay and would never dance with me anyway (I didn't know she was gay at this point). Rose was THAT desperate to get rid of me so she could smooch this guy.

I just stood and watched, absolutely dead inside, as the two of them left the club still smooching.

The next day, I heard Rose telling her friends it was the best fuck of her life. Meanwhile, my night ended with me almost getting kicked out of the club for throwing a huge drunken fit, then eventually slinking home cold, alone, drunk and utterly miserable.

Do you want to know the worst part? I STILL FANCIED THIS GIRL AFTERWARDS. Well, at least I was able to stop fancying her the SECOND TIME THIS HAPPENED. In fact, I basically cut all ties with Rose after that.

This was quite a long time ago now, back in my early, more naive days of clubbing. Nowadays as soon as I know I'm going to become 3rd wheel (which I've become something of a pro at), I immediately walk away and do my own thing and try and enjoy the rest of the night.

But man did I feel like utter SHIT for a good solid 3 days after this happened.

EDIT: Me and Rose were already friends by the time this happened. But I had a mad crush on her and she didn't know it at this point (I think).

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3863832&forum_id=2#35184527)