My confession: Did you really just bring up that time you paid for drinks months ago? Wow. Now I like you less

What were you thinking? I mean it, I'm wondering, because it was beyond ridiculous. It had been months since we'd gone out for drinks, that time when the check came, and I wanted to split it on credit cards and you said, "I've got this." I'd seen you since — picked up dinner, come to think of it — but no, this was the day you decided to say, "Remember that night... and since you owe me..."

Wait, what? I do? I didn't know you were keeping track, reviewing receipts, cross-referencing credit card bills. Because I don't do that. And none of my other friends do, either. There's no "friend tab." Mostly, we split things. Sometimes someone treats. Everyone has jobs, everyone makes money. And what goes around, comes around.

Apparently, you are a different kind of friend. You are keeping a running friend tab. And as long as you're doing that, did you consider the night I'd picked up dinner and beer when you announced my debt? (Which, for the record, was what? $25? Not the difference between health insurance and destitution, I might point out.) So you want to keep track? Fine. Now I know. And frankly, I like you less.