So there’s me an’ Amy, and we’re all inseparable, right? Just big time in love. And then about four months down the road, the idiot gear kicks in, and I ask about the ex-boyfriend, which, as we all know, is a really dumb move, but you know how it is – you don’t really want to know, but you just have to know, right? Stupid guy bullshit. Anyway she starts telling me all about him – how they fell in love, and how they went out for a couple of years, how they lived together, her mother likes me better, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah – and I’m okay. But then she drops the bomb on me, and the bomb is this: it seems that a couple of times, while they were going out, he’d brought some people to bed with them – ménage a trois, I believe it’s called. Now this just blows my mind, right? I mean, I am not used to that sort of thing. I was raised Catholic, for God’s sakes.
So I’m totally weirded out by this right? And I just start blasting her – like I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling, so I figure the best way is by calling her “slut”, and tell her she was used – I mean, I’m out for blood. I really want to hurt this girl. And I’m like “What the fuck is your problem?” and she’s just all calmly trying to tell me, like, it was that time, it was that place, and she doesn’t think she should apologize because she doesn’t feel that she’s done anything wrong. And I’m like, “Oh, really?” That’s when I look her straight in the eye and tell her it’s over. I walk.
It was a mistake. I wasn’t disgusted with her, I was afraid. At that moment, I felt small – like…like I’d lacked experience, like I’d never be on her level, like I’d never be enough for her or something like that, you know what I’m saying ? But what I did not get – she didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for that guy anymore. She was…she was looking for me, for – for the Bob. But, uh, by the time I figured this all out, it was too late, you know. She’d moved on, and all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then gave way to regret. She was the girl, I know that now. But I pushed her away. So I’ve spent every day since then chasing Amy…so to speak.
– Silent Bob