So, if you know anything about me, you probably know that I'm not the biggest fan of girls. As a general, stereotyped group. Yes, I'm hating on half of the worlds population, get over it. Girls are caddy, and crazy, and they make me nervous. Invite me to a girls night, and I probably will decline, too many girls in one place is bad news. Here's a story about why girls are crazy, ready, read:
A few weeks ago my friends and I are at a bar, drinking, having fun. I'm wearing a skirt and a tank top, and have been standing outside in the heat for 12 hours. I'm not feeling so cute, but, don't really care. I wander to the bathroom, and there's a big group of girls in my way, they see me approaching and don't move. "Um, excuse me.. " nothing.. so I suck it in and squeeze past a few of them. I do my biz, and walk back towards them, I am positive I'm getting hate glares, but as I have done nothing wrong I convince myself that I'm making things up. Once again the crowd of girls won't move, "Excuse me.. excuse me? Can someone please move?" and one little hussy looks at me and says, "BITCH!" Oh. Ok. Well, that was uncalled for. But, as I am a giant pacifist, especially when it comes to drunks I just walk away, feeling the glares at my back the whole time.
Fast forward a few hours, and the bar is closing, and this girl walks up to me and apologizes for her crazy friends and how rude they were to me. Because, apparently she had mentioned that she wished she had curly hair like mine, and then they decided I was pretty. THEY WANTED TO START SHIT WITH ME BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT I WAS PRETTY!?
I'm not going to lie, it's kind of cool that I intimidated anyone that much, but, nonetheless, dumbest shit I've ever heard of.
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