Well it’s been a strange last week or so for me. There are so many things to tell you all. Let me begin with the former BFF of mine and how she wigged out.
Last Friday night, a couple of my girlies and I decided to head out for a girls night out. I love a girl’s night out as I do not get out very often and enjoy the time when I do manage to go out for a night of shaking my rather large booty.
I organised to head out with my BFF Clare and my new BFF Julie. Julie is just gorgeous. She is one of these women who hides her amazing figure under rather dowdy clothes so imagine my absolute surprise when I arrived to pick her up and there she is dressed (totally overdressed) to the nines and looking fucking hot. Seriously, she has a body to die for.
So we head out to the pub and wait for Clare to arrive. She does arrive and I have to say that she is not looking her best. Do not get me wrong, I am certainly not attractive, nor I am slim, but at least I attempt to make an effort. Clare unfortunately did not make an effort and when she saw my friend, I think she felt slightly fat and unattractive (and the reason I say that is that is exactly how I felt!).
The night progressed nicely; I had a few drinks and was nicely buzzing as was Julie. Clare on the other had was not drinking and in a rather strange mood. When I made comment that I had had a 24 year old for lunch (that blog is coming up), she got even stranger. (NB: She is the one friend that knows about my exploits, even though in hindsight, she probably was not the best person to tell – in fact no one is, hence why I am now keeping a blog).
So a few minutes later, we’re all outside having a fag. We’re sitting there, Me, Clare and Julie and about 20 other people who are also out having a ciggie, when Clare just suddenly says out of the blue “Oh my god, I did realise how small your boobs are compared to my Double D’s!”. Julie and I just sat there with our mouths wide open, as did everyone else in ear shot. Julie then turns around and says, well if you think she is small then my god I must be totally flat chested”. Clare then tries to back track and turn around what she said.
Me, I am gobsmacked by this but let it slide. I figure she can’t have meant it, but there is a bit of me that realises just how bitchy a tone that comment actually had to it.
So about an hour (and several drinks) later, we’re all up on the dance floor shaking our booty’s when the band tries to do something, which backfires and makes them look like total eggs, to which I laugh. Clare stops what she is doing, makes a fist at me and then comes over to where I am standing and PUSHES ME. Really hard, so hard that I stumble, nearly fall over and hit a wall. Because I was slightly tipsy, I don’t really think anything of this, even though Julie and everyone else on the dance floor are all looking at us as though we are about to have a fist fight. I did ask Clare what her problem was and she replies that I had laughed at her, which I totally hadn’t. Once I explained to her what I was laughing at, she apologies, but the evening has now changed and things are like they were.
Clare leaves not long after that. Julie and I continue to drink and when the band finishes get my hubby to pick us up.
Its not til the next morning as I was discussing the nights events with my hubby, that I realise just how strange Clare’s behaviour was. So I decide to say something to her.
I send her a message on Facebook (she is s total Facebook WHORE) and pretty much straight away get a response. She glosses over the small boobs comment (her words are “I vaguely remember me saying that I couldn’t wear a top like you had on….” Liar, Liar, Pants are on FIRE!!) and then she fully admits that her pushing me was over the top and apologises profusely for it. I attempt to respond but as I am on my cellphone, it doesn’t go through. Clare has been putting comments on my Facebook updates, so I figure that everything is OK.
Just out of curiosity, on Tuesday last week, I decide to se what her status update says and I can’t find her. The Bitch has “unfriended” me and BLOCKED ME!! Fuck, I was totally gobsmacked. I was just about to send her a text telling her what a pathetically immature girl she was, when I stopped, asked my husband whether he thought that would be a good idea, and when he agreed it wasn’t, I deleted not just the text, but all her contact details (mobile etc) so that I can never contact her again. I mean clearly she is unhinged if that is how she is behaving and I really can’t be bothered associating with someone that unstable.
So I haven’t contacted and have no intentions of ever talking to her ever again. She is an egg who clearly has some issues. And like my hubby says, she is not normal and this just confirms it.