My ex, the taxidermist, had a close friend who did not care for me. Pete was his name. He was manic depressive and in his manic stage was known to make up elaborate stories about himself. He was the greatest this and the greatest that. Most people believed his wild tales of being a former Navy Seal and swimming with the hammerheads and wrestling baboons off the decks of ships with his bare hands, but I did not. I have been around the block a few times and know a lot about a lot of things, so I could call him on his nonsense. He took a great dislike to me right away.
He only dated girls under 25, because they were firm and cute of course, and because they did not have enough life experience to realize he was crazy and full of shit. Some times he'd be telling a story and he'd look at me and he would see that I had my, "You are so full of shit face on," and he would be hatin' on me in that moment.
One day while we were at river rafting camp, he was going on about how "Mr Happy" would not work with women over 25. So I said, "Sounds like you have a problem with Mr Happy, you better get that checked out," and everybody laughed at him.
He had a problem keeping his credibility with me around, so he did much to undermine my relationship with the ex, no more than I did myself, but I remember one very clever, funny incident.
He had a very cute 21 year old girlfriend at the time, Jody was her name. They came over one night, uninvited, they just "stopped by." Jody was wearing very tiny white shorts. As they came in the house, Pete said, "We can't stay long, Jody isn't wearing any underwear."
Kerchow! They stayed for over an hour.