OK, so I went to a stripper party, and two of the strippers invited me to another party, this one a non-stripper party, but it was at ****i's place. I thought, "Oh, cool, a party where there will be no nudity but I won't have to pay anything!" So I got my rocks off at the party, and I told the two girls that I will go the party before them.
So I go to the party and I knock, and after I knocked a second time, ****i answers the door. "Oh, hell, no," she says, to which I reply, "I know it's not that type of party -- so-and-so and so-and-so invited me." And then she says, "Fuck no," and slammed the door in face. I could hear her say from behind the door, "Get the fuck outta here."
This is one of those occasions where I brush it off as it happens but it pisses me off the more I think about it. It's the rudeness and the passive-aggressive comments from someone who knows me that makes me want to throw things and scream at the nearest stranger. Now, I don't consider her a close friend. In fact, she's acted weird and even crazy before. But not like this. Hey, maybe it's because I haven't attended her last few parties. If so, well, bitch, I won't be attended any of your parties from now on.
Still mad. But I have to keep things in perspective. One, it's just one stripper. Two, I was able to blog this and do some work with my alumni club, so at least I was productive. And three, I read on Facebook that the father of a few friends of mine died this morning. I'm still fixated over how this woman treated me, but really, I have to get a grip.
Breaths, deep breaths.
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