A girl in trouble is a temporary thing....
Am I a drama queen or does the drama find me?
Last Thursday we went out for the straight guy's happy hour/last day drinks. I was surrounded by former coworkers including Rachael Ray, the girl whom I used to go to lunch with four or five times a week. Self-admitted liar and South Sider... there was always a hint of something more going on between us... from her end.
This was slowly proved within the last few months as every time we would go out drinking, she would seem to flirt with me more and more and culminated the night she stayed at my apartment after Boystown drinks and suggested I sleep with her in my bed (that I had given her as I was going to take the couch), batting her eye lashes and doing some girly-seductive movements while asking.
What part of "gay" don't you get?
Along with the flirtations I had picked up more and more that her stories to me about the happenings in her life became more and more elaborate and seemed to be cries out for attention more than truth. People can say I am full of shit all they want, my intuition is true more often than not.
Last Thursday night we all got immensely bombed. The bar tab was $600 fricken dollars... that's a guarantee everyone was trashed. I left with the straight guy and another girl to get a ride to Boystown. Rachael got in her car with a pouty look on her face and headed home. No doubt she was upset the three of us were potentially going somewhere without here.
She also is jealous of this girl that gave me the ride, even though they are friends because she is skinny, blond and everyone fawns over her. Rachael is slightly chubby, brunette and not exactly as attractive. Also, this other girl was promoted over Rachael last week simply because she is liked more at the office.
All of this stirred into the pot... Also, before we left the bar, she had gotten drunk to the point as she often did in the past, where my attentions could only be focused on her. She would pull me out of any conversations I was in with other people and demand my complete attention on her. When this didn't work, she would tear up about her sick father (whom she told me countless times she hated) or talk about any number of other questionable goings on in her life so I would feel bad for her.
As we are getting to Belmont and exiting, Rachael calls the girl driving me and says she has gotten into a car accident. Her and the straight guy drop me off in Boystown and go back south to meet up with her at the scene of the accident. Rachael tries calling me when I am at the bar shortly after, and I do not answer. I could be interpreted as compassionless, but from my point of view, even if the accident truly did happen, I believe in some sick way it is yet another cry for attention...
Remember, I lived with a pathological liar who physically cut his forehead open with a kitchen knife to corroborate a lie he told to keep himself from getting fired by saying he was in a cab accident.
The next day she is not at work and I only assume at that point she has a DUI and is in jail. I am emailing with some mutual friends from the office and make mention of the accident. This starts the dominoes falling on the drama that came to head today. Apparently, the woman I emailed to ask if Rachael was in yet freaked at hearing the story, ran to the girl who had given me the ride home to get the details and who knows after that who heard what.
Rachael is emailing me Tuesday about how upset she is that people "know" what happened and is adamant that she was in no way drunk at all. Which, in my opinion is a flat out lie. She only flirts with me outright when she is smashed, and she was doing just that before she left.
I tell her in response not to give a shit if people are talking, considering the sources at that office. And honestly, being a person who censors very little I just don't get why it is a big deal. If she is embarrassed she was in a drunken car wreck, maybe she shouldn't drink.
Also, the car she hit was apparently a police car. Apparently. At this point I am ready to believe Puff The Magic Dragon ran in front of her vehicle and she swerved to miss him.
So, this morning I get this email out of no where:
" Just thought you would like to know that while everyone is laughing and joking around about me being a hero for hitting a cop, he was injured and went to the hospital. I talked to my friend yesterday who actually worked as a lawyer in the traffic court for a couple of years, and here's where I stand. The tickets that I got, if I plead guilty I could lose my license, and leave myself and my mother (since we are under the same insurance policy) completely open for a lawsuit, in which we could both lose all of our savings, and maybe our house. If I plead not guilty and am found guilty, I will lose my license, and that whole lawsuit thing. She also informed me that I should probably get a lawyer. I hope you get a fantastic laugh out of all of this."
So it seems for her I have become the scapegoat of her rage. Or, she is so desperate for my attention in this matter, of which I have given little, that she is resorting to try and make me feel as if I am responsible in some way for some aspect of what is happening to her.
Honestly, I believe 75% of her email to me is an outright lie. If she wasn't drunk like she claims and she just fell asleep, then how is there a potential for losing her license over this? People get into accidents and fall asleep at the wheel without such punishment, don't they? She didn't kill anyone... at least, she hasn't created that part of her lie yet...
Every word of that email just stirs a hatred in me for her weakness. I am mentally deficient in my own way and I feel like she needs to be crushed underfoot for everything from the accident itself to this email.
So, I did what I always do. I lopped off this useless appendage. I considered not saying anything in response, but I am a drama queen. I basically said that her reaction to me was unbelievable... that I felt no pity for her or her situation in the slightest and that if she wanted some kind of vengeance against me, she was more than free to take it (i.e. spilling the beans to my old employer about where I work now). And, that I had no interest whatsoever in corresponding with her on any level ever again.
Harsh I am sure. I just don't feel bad for her. She's a liar and who the fuck knows what really happened that night, if anything at all. One morning she was late to work she claimed to be in a ten car pile-up on the Stevenson. Yet, her car was completely undamaged. I fricken miracle I'd say.
Why do I feel like I have spent most of 2007 so far cutting ties with three-quarters of the people I know?
Last Thursday we went out for the straight guy's happy hour/last day drinks. I was surrounded by former coworkers including Rachael Ray, the girl whom I used to go to lunch with four or five times a week. Self-admitted liar and South Sider... there was always a hint of something more going on between us... from her end.
This was slowly proved within the last few months as every time we would go out drinking, she would seem to flirt with me more and more and culminated the night she stayed at my apartment after Boystown drinks and suggested I sleep with her in my bed (that I had given her as I was going to take the couch), batting her eye lashes and doing some girly-seductive movements while asking.
What part of "gay" don't you get?
Along with the flirtations I had picked up more and more that her stories to me about the happenings in her life became more and more elaborate and seemed to be cries out for attention more than truth. People can say I am full of shit all they want, my intuition is true more often than not.
Last Thursday night we all got immensely bombed. The bar tab was $600 fricken dollars... that's a guarantee everyone was trashed. I left with the straight guy and another girl to get a ride to Boystown. Rachael got in her car with a pouty look on her face and headed home. No doubt she was upset the three of us were potentially going somewhere without here.
She also is jealous of this girl that gave me the ride, even though they are friends because she is skinny, blond and everyone fawns over her. Rachael is slightly chubby, brunette and not exactly as attractive. Also, this other girl was promoted over Rachael last week simply because she is liked more at the office.
All of this stirred into the pot... Also, before we left the bar, she had gotten drunk to the point as she often did in the past, where my attentions could only be focused on her. She would pull me out of any conversations I was in with other people and demand my complete attention on her. When this didn't work, she would tear up about her sick father (whom she told me countless times she hated) or talk about any number of other questionable goings on in her life so I would feel bad for her.
As we are getting to Belmont and exiting, Rachael calls the girl driving me and says she has gotten into a car accident. Her and the straight guy drop me off in Boystown and go back south to meet up with her at the scene of the accident. Rachael tries calling me when I am at the bar shortly after, and I do not answer. I could be interpreted as compassionless, but from my point of view, even if the accident truly did happen, I believe in some sick way it is yet another cry for attention...
Remember, I lived with a pathological liar who physically cut his forehead open with a kitchen knife to corroborate a lie he told to keep himself from getting fired by saying he was in a cab accident.
The next day she is not at work and I only assume at that point she has a DUI and is in jail. I am emailing with some mutual friends from the office and make mention of the accident. This starts the dominoes falling on the drama that came to head today. Apparently, the woman I emailed to ask if Rachael was in yet freaked at hearing the story, ran to the girl who had given me the ride home to get the details and who knows after that who heard what.
Rachael is emailing me Tuesday about how upset she is that people "know" what happened and is adamant that she was in no way drunk at all. Which, in my opinion is a flat out lie. She only flirts with me outright when she is smashed, and she was doing just that before she left.
I tell her in response not to give a shit if people are talking, considering the sources at that office. And honestly, being a person who censors very little I just don't get why it is a big deal. If she is embarrassed she was in a drunken car wreck, maybe she shouldn't drink.
Also, the car she hit was apparently a police car. Apparently. At this point I am ready to believe Puff The Magic Dragon ran in front of her vehicle and she swerved to miss him.
So, this morning I get this email out of no where:
" Just thought you would like to know that while everyone is laughing and joking around about me being a hero for hitting a cop, he was injured and went to the hospital. I talked to my friend yesterday who actually worked as a lawyer in the traffic court for a couple of years, and here's where I stand. The tickets that I got, if I plead guilty I could lose my license, and leave myself and my mother (since we are under the same insurance policy) completely open for a lawsuit, in which we could both lose all of our savings, and maybe our house. If I plead not guilty and am found guilty, I will lose my license, and that whole lawsuit thing. She also informed me that I should probably get a lawyer. I hope you get a fantastic laugh out of all of this."
So it seems for her I have become the scapegoat of her rage. Or, she is so desperate for my attention in this matter, of which I have given little, that she is resorting to try and make me feel as if I am responsible in some way for some aspect of what is happening to her.
Honestly, I believe 75% of her email to me is an outright lie. If she wasn't drunk like she claims and she just fell asleep, then how is there a potential for losing her license over this? People get into accidents and fall asleep at the wheel without such punishment, don't they? She didn't kill anyone... at least, she hasn't created that part of her lie yet...
Every word of that email just stirs a hatred in me for her weakness. I am mentally deficient in my own way and I feel like she needs to be crushed underfoot for everything from the accident itself to this email.
So, I did what I always do. I lopped off this useless appendage. I considered not saying anything in response, but I am a drama queen. I basically said that her reaction to me was unbelievable... that I felt no pity for her or her situation in the slightest and that if she wanted some kind of vengeance against me, she was more than free to take it (i.e. spilling the beans to my old employer about where I work now). And, that I had no interest whatsoever in corresponding with her on any level ever again.
Harsh I am sure. I just don't feel bad for her. She's a liar and who the fuck knows what really happened that night, if anything at all. One morning she was late to work she claimed to be in a ten car pile-up on the Stevenson. Yet, her car was completely undamaged. I fricken miracle I'd say.
Why do I feel like I have spent most of 2007 so far cutting ties with three-quarters of the people I know?