Yesterday was my friend's birthday. To celebrate, he and his girlfriend rented a room at a four star resort, and reserved a cabana by the pool for the day. There are certainly worse ways to spend an afternoon. Hiding in the jungle from rival drug lords comes to mind. Luckily for us, we had no rival drug lords looking for us yesterday. A good thing too, because there are no jungles nearby in which we could've hidden.
Anyway, after spending most of the day at the pool, we went back to their room to change for dinner, had a fantastic meal, then hung out briefly in the courtyard. However, it was late, and I knew I had to be up early for work, so I went back to the room to gather up my things.
When I walked back with my bag, one of my other friends who had been a late arrival thought I'd stayed the night at the resort too.
Friend 1: Wait. Did you guys have a sleepover here last night?
Me: Well, there's only one bed in the room, and I'm not that close with [Friend] and [His Girlfriend].
Friend's Girlfriend: What are you saying? That I'm unavailable? That's just because I work so much.
Me: I was thinking more along the lines of being emotionally unavailable. You know, the whole [Friend] thing.
Friend 1: That, and I don't think you're really her type.
Me: I don't really think I'm anybody's "type", but I'm okay with that.
Friend 1: No, see, that's the wrong attitude to have. You need to be more like, "Oh, I'm her type, she just doesn't realize it yet."