Jebus f-ing Christ, she is back, That Girl. You all know THAT GIRL. The one who flirts with every man including (especially) the ones with wives and girlfriends and then for the life of her just can't understand why no women like her? Hey, it isn’t like we are all jealous or insecure, we just don’t like being disrespected like that. It IS disrespectful when you stick your boobs in our boyfriend’s/husband’s faces. If you recognize yourself in the above statements, give me a call, I would like to talk to you. There are only a few things I cannot tolerate, one is to be disrespected, the other is to be lied to (save that story for another time). Let me just make this painfully clear, this isn't about Hubby, this is about the way That Girl treats me.
Don’t women have enough going on in their lives without having other women dragging them through crap. Take a moment and think about how you would like to be treated, now do that to every other woman you know. You know, walk a mile in her shoes, especially if they are sassy.
There was three blissful years without That Girl. Now she is back on the scene. I must have been setting kittens on fire because my karma lobbed her back into my small group of friends. Seriously, I only have three or four friends that I hang out with on a regular basis, how in the hell do you infiltrate that group? I don’t like her, I don’t want to look at her, and I certainly do not want to be buddy buddy with her. Let me present my case.
Time warp back three years to the beginning of Hubby (Boyfriend back in those days) and me. We worked together and even shared a cubicle wall when we started dating. That Girl who was supposedly his Best Friend Forever (BFF), according to her, but whatever, would plop her ass down in his cube and whisper to him for hours and then when she was done yell “Oh hey Auto!” To which I would reply “FUCK OFF THAT GIRL!” Well, in my head, anyway. Oh and there was all of the public hugging and boob rubbing. Then came the straw that broke the camel’s back. One night when we were all downtown partying, That Girl said to my DAD and my BOSS right in front of ME how hot Hubby was and how she just couldn’t believe how she let that one slip through her fingers. Thank god Jenkins was there to keep me from doing something rash AKA kicking her in the Judy as hard as I could repeatedly, I just got really drunk and then left.
It was at that time, I told Hubby that he could still be That Girl’s BFF, but I wasn’t going to have any part of it and if he wanted to hang out with That Girl that was cool, but I wasn’t going to be excited about it. Shocking that as soon as I came on the scene, That Girl was his BFF when before they were just sort of friends. . . . I was having too much fun to let That Girl kill my joy. When I’d had enough I sat Hubby down and I was honest with him about the reasons I didn’t like her, and I am pretty sure he understood. He ended up not hanging out with That Girl anymore. I stopped hanging out with my own version of That Guy too. It was sort of a compromise. So then That Girl was gone, gone, gone. Oh, hey, I would see That Girl around and smile politely, but I wasn’t about to hang out with her. She knows I don’t think too much of her and seemed to let me be, until now!
What the fuck? Yesterday That Girl stopped by my office to chit chat, thank Jebus I missed her. Then That Girl cornered hubby and told him that she wanted to talk to me and make amends. I ask, how do you make amends with the fact that you are one of Those Girls? It is who you are that I don’t like, I don’t know what you can do to amend that. So anyway, I have one of Those Conversations coming up. Don’t you hate knowing they are coming, it is sort of like knowing that you are going in for your annual exam, but seriously, I would rather have my uterus scrapped right now than have a heart to heart with That Girl.
HELP ME! Here is where you come in. What in the hell do I say to her? Here are my thoughts.
“Fuck off and go get yourself a STD.”
“Leave me alone, you suck.”
“There are no amends to make, I don’t like who you are, and there is little that you can do about it.”
Or smile and nod politely while praying to the goddess to send her back to whatever state of crazy skinny boobie land she came from for three more blissful years.
You see, I am not much for forgiveness. I have even claimed to feel sorry for Those Girls because they have to get their self esteem by getting men to pay attention to them, but I am over that pity business.
It all seems so hopeless, you cut off the head of That Girl and you know that another will just pop up in her place. Zoolaw, you are right, the Queen City is a desperate wasteland for love and it truly is a battlefield with a legion of Those Girls poised and ready to kill any game you may have. I am so grateful for Hubby at these moments. I am so sorry allykh that this is what you get to look forward to.
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Oh yeah and I hope by some mystery of the universe she reads this, it will save me from having the face to face. You see, I am truly the typical passive agressive.
Is hubby going to ever be with that girl? No.
Listen to what she has to say.
Take it in.
If reaction is necessary, react.
If not, a polite, "you know I just don't think we are meant to be friends" is a perfectly good response.
Wax on. Wax off.
I love that line. Perhaps I will consider a pre-conversation e-mail strike saying something to the effect of no need to make amends, I just don't think we are meant to be friends.
What is bad about "that girl" is that she may pretend to be your friend to get something that she wants. Women like that base their whole existance and happiness on the amount of attention they receive from men. They will do anything to get it, even if it means using other women.
Wow. It sounds like you're describing some other women I know. I believe that instead of living with it and pretending to be okay with how this woman treats you and Hubby, you should stand up for it and say what you really think - no amends, don't need more friends. It could be the slogan for our anti-THAT GIRL campaign. What do you think?
what is even sadder about "that girl" is that she may not even like your guy, but just be doing that to try to prove something bizarre to herself. what, i'm not sure, but i think people who do this should be ignored and avoided. who wants people like that around. we all know them. it's rude, it's tacky, and they arn't worth the lint in your dryer.
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