Monday, June 22, 2009

There Is Always That One Girl

Saturday evening we attended the hubby's nine year high school reunion.

Nine years, you ask? Why not ten?

Nine because the hubs went to such a small school that rolling together three graduating classes into one reunion was the only way to draw a crowd.

He went to school with an amazing group of people, many of which I had never met, but ended up having a fabulous time with.

But there is always that one girl.

You know the one I speak of. The one who perhaps has self-esteem issues. Or maybe just loves rubbing up on any man that doesn't belong to her.

The one you catch trying to dirty dance your husband right next to you. The one who gives many more hugs than necessary and fawns all over him to the point of ridiculousness. The one you mutter under your breath about but remember that you are a grown woman who wouldn't dare stoop to the level of grabbing said girl by her hair and smashing her face in the bar.

Ahem. Yeah. That one.

Then you realize that your husband isn't her only target. Any human with a penis and within her eyesight is fair game. Every time you turn around she is wrapped up on a man, married or not.

Then you start to feel sorry for her. A little. Because obviously she has issues and you are the bigger woman (figuratively) and oh that poor girl, bless her heart! She must need attention badly.

And at this point you've forgiven and forgotten all. That is unless she tries to touch your man again, like she did as you were exiting the bar on your way home. And at that point, all your class goes right out the window as you holler an extremely vulgar obscenity at her, stare her down, and watch as she runs back inside.

Decorum be damned. Nobody messes with my husband.

The end.

11 comments:

  1. love it! and you were def. the bigger person. I am not nearly as nice as you. Imagine that?

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  2. Haha love it. There is always THAT girl. Every school, city and state has ONE!Popping in from SITS!

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  3. Just one of "those girls?" It must have been a small school.

    Your "dressing down" in public may have been just what the woman needed.

    Not many women would refer to themself as "the bigger woman." lol

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  4. Miss D- I hear ya! A few years ago I wouldn't have been so calm.

    AB- Thanks! You can't hide from them. Just put in their place.

    mssc54-It was a very small school. And I'm comfortable with saying I'm the bigger (as in better) person because she was literally bigger than me.

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  5. I totally get what you mean. It was a very small school, and I have a feeling I know the person whom you are speaking of, and yes..she has always been that way!!!

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  6. I've never been to one of my class reunions - but if I did, I can think of who "that girl" would be.

    Was it entertaining to watch? I probably would have wanted to slap her...

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  7. Shauna- Ha! I bet you do. I was cool for a while but enough is enough.

    designHER Momma- It was for about a minute. And I seriously did consider snatching her up, but yelling F U you dirty whore was enough to scare her I suppose.

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  8. We were at a party with this type too. I hung onto my husbands arm all night as she was eyeing him UNTIL she walked over to us and I saw she was missing half her teeth.

    I walked away to get a drink leaving him to carry on a conversation with it.

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  9. hahaha, you crack me up. i would've been totally classless and popped her in the jaw. schtuff like that is why i have no desire to go to class reunions, i can think of a list of at least 10 high school yack-gag-hobags that i'd like to avoid running into for the rest of my life. oops, can i say hobags on here, or do i get *BLEEP*ed for that? ;-P

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  10. Lindy- Priceless!

    Corrie- No censorship here. Feel free to say hobags all you want.

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  11. Yeah! You tell her bigger (figuratively) girl! I like how you cover all the important details - disgust, empathy, and the final F.U. Good luck with the house!

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