Who The Fuck Does This Bitch Think She Is?
When checking my personal e-mail at work today, I received an e-mail from an old friend who I hadn’t seen in almost five years. She’s been in town (attending a convention) since Monday but didn’t have the nerve to contact me until today. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to hook up with her because she was a former fling of mine that didn’t end too well, but I thought, what the hell, she’s a fuckin grown up and wants to let by-gones be by-gones. We agreed to have dinner and drinks tonight.
I didn’t know what to wear because I didn’t want to try to hard to impress her, and if I remember correctly she had pretty low self esteem; but at the same time, I wanted her to know I was doing well without her. I said “fuck it” and dressed up because it sounded from the e-mail like things were well with her and I’d be damned if I was upstaged by a chick that I dumped oh so many years ago.
We had only communicated via e-mail (because she had claimed to of lost her phone the first night she arrived), and we set a 7:00pm appointment to meet at an American restaurant in L.A. called Grace, which has an exquisite donut dessert sampler on Thursdays if I remembered correctly. I arrived 5 minutes early and decided to hang out at the bar to watch her walk in. She was a babe five years ago so I was mildly excited, but who knows how well time has been to her?
After three drinks and a bowl of peanuts, I realized I had been stood up. The fucking bitch played me. In the e-mail I sent her before I left my place, I left my phone number in case she couldn’t make it and I know the skank knows how to use a pay phone. Ah fuck her—I was buzzed… I still had Sandy on FuckHerRight.com waiting for me at the apartment. I had a feeling I would need her tonight and I’m glad I didn’t shut the computer down. Sandy salvaged tonight and made my drunken ass forget all about that stupid bitch.
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