So the story goes like this:
I had the apartment all for myself for 2 full nights. I tried to get my "friend" to come over on Friday as well, but she had other plans, but said "Saturday".
So we met up on Saturday, had dinner and headed back to my place.
I had a bottle of red wine and candles, to set the mood.
We started fooling around and stuff untill it was time to....
Then she looks up to me and says "I'm sorry, I can't do it." WHAT?? " I have a crush on this guy and I would feel bad if I slept with you." WHat the FUCK? YOu just fuckin' wasted my weekend!!! You could have just told me on Friday that you would not do it bitch.
I could have gone to my boss' cottage and have a good time with the guys (Pig Roast) and not waste my time here with you!!!!
FUCK!!!
So then, even though I was pissed as hell, I asked her nicely to leave and don't come back.

So this is my little sad story.