We have this neighbor named Kat. She’s tattooed, long brown hair. Keeps to herself. She’s on the skinny side and my girlfriend, Bridgette, is on the thicker side. Whenever she sees Kat, she makes a snide comment to me later on about how she’s a skinny.
I don’t think she’s anorexic or anything. Just petit. Bridgette is just insecure.
One day, I got on the elevator with Kat. Bridgette wasn’t around.
“Your girlfriend is kind of a bitch,” Kat said.
“Is she?” I asked.
“Yeah, I mean, that’s my assumption. She’s not very friendly and she always gives me some nasty look.”
“Ah,” I said. “I think she’s just jealous.”
“Of WHAT?” Kat asked.
“Your body. You’re petit. She’s curvy.”
“Are you kidding. I wish I had her tits and ass. God, she’s gorgeous. Eh, insecure makes sense, now. I’ll make an effort to compliment her or something. Boost her fragile ego.”
She winked and got off the elevator.
A week or so later, the three of us ended up on the elevator again. Kat looked at me and winked.
“Hey,” she said to Bridgette. “You’re looking hot tonight.”