For a while G was "dating" the Nephew's girlfriend's sister.
Big nights out, double dates, for a while they were "bros" in the literal sense of the word, but somehow or another it fell apart.
G's explaining it to me.
"He said she was a slut..."
And I'm raising an eyebrow, G continues...
"I mean, from the stories he told me I was pretty sure she'd..."
Graceless, this, where upon hearing a girl's a slut I'd lose interest fast, G's interest was piqued, he played his cards wrong, though, got nowhere fast, and now he's blaming the Nephew.
"Why would you be interested if you thought she was a slut?" I ask by way of provoking him, inferring by my tone that he really ought to know better and somehow the fault is his, he sees where I'm going, doesn't want to answer. She's blocked him from her BBM, Facebook, doesn't answer when he calls, I can only surmise somehow he came on a little strong, heavy in his hopefulness that she was easy, he's a bit upset.
Meekly now, defensive, it's not his fault: "He said she was a slut..." .