Why was he always around other women? It made your blood boil. He'd flirt left right and centre, yet would almost never acknowledge your existence. It was beginning to get irritating.

You watched as yet another girl walked away from him, your eyes burning into the back of his head. You decided to do something this time. You approached him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Leaning into his ear, you whispered.

"I could be a better girlfriend than her." His reaction was one of slight surprise, though he wasn't at all weirded out. He seemed more flustered than anything.