There is no reason to write this story other than the fact that it was one of the few moments in my life I was actually cool.
*I promise I am pretty awkward in real life.*
I had a crush on a dude I went to law school with, but he had a girlfriend so I didn’t think about it much. We’d very casually flirt but we’re both careful not to cross any lines and never said anything I appropriate.
One night we were out and I met his girlfriend and she was FUCKING HORRIBLE. She straight up slut shamed me in a group of people.
I was like, “Hi, I’m V.”
She looks me up and down, glares at me, and then says, “I know who you are.”
*Bitch, what? She had no reason to dislike me.*
NGL, I am an adult who didn’t exactly have a desire to unpack whatever insecurity she was harboring so I steered clear of her for most of the evening.
At one point we unfortunately all landed at the same table and she stares at me with undeniable hatred. I’m almost impressed by her commitment to this glare.