April 28, 2010
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The Tale of Two Friends
Dinner with the ex-crush ex-co-worker is this Thursday. Tall (5’8″), slender, gorgeous, Chinese. In she walks and everyone in the room looks and girls hate her. Threat or bitch or both. With her 4″ heels, she’s as tall as me. She’s also the only friend that I can remember writing off.
The last time I talked to her was 18 months ago, after she had the balls to get mad at me because I told her it wasn’t cool that she cancelled out of going to something at the last minute due to her own bad scheduling. Like 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night while I’m sitting inside a John Mayer acoustic concert with a Xanga friend (who’s visiting from New York) when the event is Sunday morning. When she begged me to take her, even though I didn’t even tell her about the event. “Take me! Take me! Take me!”
Maybe it’s just better if I don’t be your friend, because clearly I’m getting no benefit out of this friendship, only blame for being a friend. Never will I invite or let her invite herself to anything again.
That crush? That was so 10 years ago. If she pet my leg tomorrow and scowled, I still couldn’t get it up. Who says guys don’t care about personality? I do. It really does matter. If you’re hot but I know you’re a bitch, I couldn’t pack heat even if I popped Viagra. Anyhow, she messaged me last week and requested to hang out so I figured, once every 18 months, I don’t mind, as long as I don’t have to drive to LA to see you, because you’re not worth the LA drive.
Trust me, it takes a lot for me to feel this way. Wish me luck.
If there’s such a thing as a virgin Almond Pocky experience, I provided it to my co-worker this week. “Mmmm…. this is good…” is what she muttered while devouring that chocolatey almond covered goodness.
She raided my cube today and stole the last of my Muscat Gummy Chocos, then hit me with the empty tube. It was the only chocolate left in the building. I said, “Ha ha, you don’t even know where to get this stuff.” She’s a tall blond that loves country music and is a candy freak. If she behaves herself, maybe I’ll take her to the Chinese or Japanese market and show her Hi-Chew, white rabbit, gummy lychee, Botan rice candy, all that good stuff. It’s the only card I hold.
On the way to the printer I get rammed to the left like I’m in a roller derby because she wants her printouts first, only to find that the tray is jammed. Guess who has to fix it? For all of that, I get a bagged tube of her mom’s homemade chocolate chip cookies that were mailed to her for Easter. She’s only been here a few months and it’s like we are brother and sister.
That is what friendship should be.
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Comments (6)
i love the Hi-Chews.. so bad for u tho
LOL! Why are you having dinner with them again?
@Casa_blanca_lilies -
They used to be so hard to find in the US and now they’re everywhere!
@juniper_breeeze -
Because dinner is harmless and because I believe doors should be left open to a certain extent if someone realizes their wrong. But this doesn’t mean things go back to normal, they can never be that way again. Her airport pick me up after a trip friend, that I could never be.
show pictures man! of both of them!
My mom used to get mad at me because I’d make her buy the rice candy and then never eat it. I only wanted the stickers
@ugly__bird - i still like those candies… they are just sort of expensive… $.80 for a pack of 6. did you know that back in the day they had toys in them… not stickers? they used to give a really tiny plastic toy in them. i’m totally dating myself here. =P