Awesome.

The Nice Boy has not very nice friends, or maybe they're nice, but they're also protective of him. At my expense. 


A facebook hack resulted in an IM conversation with who I initially assumed was the Nice Boy. You know, because the internet told me I was talking to "The Nice Boy" and every time something got sent, facebook would pop up with "The Nice Boy says:" in it's oh so jovial manner. 
Apparently not.

I caught on when the Fake Nice Boy started using different conversational styles. He then proceeded to ask me to come up to the pre-drink party currently occurring in The Nice Boy's flat (because it's his flatmate's birthday). 




The Fake Nice Boy: We're having a blast up here, you should swing by, might just scare yourself and have some fun.
Bea: Why would I purposefully make myself afraid? 
The Fake Nice Boy: Cause you are afraid of what you might feel. 
The Fake Nice Boy: Grow up.




Awesome.