I'm just being pissy cuz I'm horny

Who all out there hates cockblockers, or the art of cockblocking? Now, like most college-aged males, I've engaged in the activity known as cockblocking, which is simply when one friend, associate, or one affiliated with (usually male), interferes with the successful wooing/ courting of someone by his friend (often male, as well). This usually leaves the forward guy who was trying to seal the deal, and oftentimes, close to not sleeping alone for the night, without a lay. Sometimes, the cockblocker, the so-called friend or associate, doesn't even split this potential mating ritual due to an equal, opposed interest for the parties. Usually, the cockblocker simply just wants to ruin the guy's chances of obtaining "the snatch", "nookie", a.k.a pussy or vagina. Now this may sound a bit confusing, but in a simple explanation, cockblocking is when Guy A prevents Guy B from wooing/ sexing Girl X simply to be a dick. Without this interference by Guy A, obviously, if nature was allowed to run its course, Guy B would nail Girl X and everyone would be happy. Except Guy A. He is a selfish, low, despicable, less-morally-scrupulous character who feeds and thrives off of the humiliation and misery of his fraternal comrades. He slinks around, drink in hand, looking to but into any personal and private conversations between male and female, virtually obliterating any chance for the conversation to become an intimate sharing of feelings. Now, you, the reader (or one being read to, depending the circumstances), may wonder how I have acquired so much knowledge about cockblocking. Well, I have forementioned that I have previously engaged in such diabolical tomfoolery. But, today, I write not from the view of the cockblocker, but as the cockblocked! Simply because I was cockblocked less than an hour ago. Oh, the humiliation, oh the shame. I had but merely smiled at this lovely seraphim-like angel, and shared a few quick glances, when over comes a friend of mine, who will remain anonymous in order to spare his reputation from accusations of being a cockblocker. Anyway, the friend comes over, positions himself between me and the lady, and starts some random conversation with her. At this point, I could have reversed the roles, and could've attempted to cockblock his attempt to cockblock, but that would've led to greater and grander degrees of foolishness. So, instead, I conceded. I smiled at the beautiful young lady a few more times, and then walked from the room. Another lonely summers' night, in my cozy, musky bed.