Supplanting

Hula party. A few friends. Bill. A couple of glasses of something alcoholic.

I'm not really sure how, since I had been avoiding the topic all night, but somehow the fact that I'm sort of seeing someone came up ever so briefly. Just long enough, in fact, for Bill to bemoan, "I'm being replaced!" Complete with pout.

You know very well, Bill, that you don't have to be replaced. You just have to want to not be replaced enough that you actually date me. Never gonna happen.