I don't easily get my feelings hurt, but I love to surf. Love it. And all the guys in my fraternity in college knew it. I moved into the house my sophomore year and was excited b/c I knew there was a small contingency of guys who lived in the house who also surfed. Obviously, I fully anticipated that I would get invited to surf with them.
First Saturday, 5 guys get up at the break of dawn and go surfing. I don't find out until they all get back early that afternoon. I casually mention I'm bummed they didn't think of me, and two of the guys assure me it was an oversight. They'll totally invite me next time; although, they said they don't go all that often.
Next Sunday, 4 guys walk in through the back kitchen door just as I'm making myself a sandwich. There is no convenient reason to enter the house through this door, and I knew the guys had not been hanging out in the backyard, so they obviously were trying to avoid something or someone. I ask what they're up to. They say "nothing." I look out the window and see their boards on the top of one of their cars.
Next Friday, we're having a party. I overhear one of the guys talking to someone else about getting up early to head down to Newport for the day. I ask if they're going surfing and remind them I'd love to join. They say they're just doing an easy beach hang day and didn't think anyone planned to surf. I said I'd still like to come, and mentioned I'd still probably bring my board even if no one else did. Next morning I wake up at 6:30 am and they're all already gone.
Not trying to come off as some sensitive pussy, I decide not to confront them about it right away, but the next day, I ask the guy I had talked to on Friday how it is they left me hanging on Saturday. He said he'd it slipped his mind that we had talked about it. I said it was fine, and acknowledged I was probably reading too much into it, but it had started to feel like these guys were intentionally not inviting. I knew they liked me, otherwise I wouldn't be living in the house, so it just seemed odd.
The guy got quiet for a second and then said, "follow me." He took me to the backyard and told me that one of the guys in the house and convinced the others who all surf together that it was a bad idea to include me on their surf trips. If you surf, you probably knew where this story was going when you read the first paragraph, but for those who don't, everyone gets serious VPL in a wet suit. This dude argued that there was no one any one of them would get action at the beach if I was there with my dick dwarfing theirs in comparison.... especially considering that even when cold, I did visibly overshadow most of them.
The guy was embarrassed that he let himself be convinced to exclude me and apologized. He offered to talk to the other guys about it, but I told him not to. I had other friends I surfed with. I just needed to know I wasn't being paranoid about what felt like intentional avoidance.
From then on though, every time the asshole who hard orchestrated the whole plan to exclude me from their surf trips would have a girl over, I would put on my best thin sweat pants, go commando, and flaunt my VPL in whatever room they were hanging out in. He stopped bringing girls home.