I am torn with competing emotions. On the one hand, I'm standing in the middle of a rainstorm with the woman I'm fucking behind her boyfriend's back, and said boyfriend is inside the club about thirty feet away from us, and I'm so sick of this situation and I'm so sick of feeling like the third wheel, the dick for hire, and this whole thing is so fucking ridiculous and I should just leave the two of them for each other 'cause, you know, she's never going to leave him, I know that, their relationship is such the perfect Sartresque Hell that I don't think they'd know what to do without each other.
On the other hand, I think I may be falling in love with her.