24 3 / 2012
Here’s what I just had an event and I need to tell you about it.
So today I went to this thing for my LSW exam it was a prep course. Six and a half hours. So boring. So that was from 9-3:30ish, and then Ashley and Elena came over to my house and we hung out for a little while cuz we figured we would just go out to dinner in town and whatnot. So about 5:15 we go over to one of the places in town, it’s a bar, but it’s also a restaurant. We’re chilling out, having a good time, laughing, etc. I got quesadillas. Delicious. So we’re sitting there, and I have a view of the bar the whole time. I looked over as we’re like, maybe 2/3 of the way through our food, and at the same time I realized it, Elena goes “Oh… is that ***?” You know who *** is. I was like “Fuck. Seriously?” But I was all “whatever, it’s fine, no big deal.” I knew he was there; he saw me after he sat down at the bar to wait for his friends to get there but we didn’t acknowledge each other, and when I went to the bathroom he was staring at his phone when I went as close as I was going to get to near him to go back to sit down. But he KNEW I was there. So anyway, we finish eating, we have dessert, whatever, fine. We get up to leave and by then one of his friends was there. So the way we have to walk to get from our table to the door, we HAVE to walk past the end of the bar. He’s not on the end, but he’s about two seats down. So as we’re walking by he is obviously fake talking to his friend like “Oh if I’m talking to my boy then I don’t have to acknowledge her” and I’m like “hmm, not the classiest, but whatever, do your thing, I get it, awkward sauce.” But I kinda kept looking as I started to turn cuz I was like, it’s so fake the way he’s talking. So as I’m turning, he immediately stops talking and looks up and is looking right at me. I was like “WHAT.” So I gave him the side-eye. You know. The one where all you do is make a kind of questioning eyebrow move but what it says is “Really? You’re gonna try to be like that after I was ready to act mature and be nice and even wave or say hello and now you’re trying to act like a little teenager? Fine. I can play like that, too. Game on, bitch. Fuck your face.” It’s a complex move, but you know how I do.
I was SUPER annoyed when we got outside. And Elena saw better than Ashley what happened, but they both saw it, and they know the whole deal between us, and they were like “seriously, what the hell was he doing?” So I was like “AAAAAUGH” but I kept my shit together and I didn’t start getting heated until we got outside. But I was really proud of myself because normally I would have just done nothing and stared like a dorkface and not given him the side-eye and then later been like “FUCK I WISH I’D SIDE-EYED HIM” but it would have been too late. But I just handled my shit and I was like “Whatever, clearly you’re acting like a little boy and I’m not even down with your shenanigans so step off.”
It was just a hot mess. I am feeling about eleventy billion kinds of ways right now. But I am proud of myself because I expressed my “fuck, really, it’s like that? This is so immature” feelings without being all crazy or ridiculous or irrational or emotional but also I like, side-eyed instead of just being whatever and not doing anything. Also, fuck, seriously, GO HOME AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE. I am so tired of running into this punk every single place in West Chester!
So that’s my story.
