Alright, kids, gather 'round for a fun little anecdote...
It's April, 1999. My ex and I figure since neither of us have dates, why don't we just go together? Sound plan, right? Pfft. Not until his newest girlfriend gets all offended and whines that she wants to go. She's a freshman, why bother? Well, he ditches me to take her, his excuse being that she'll never shut up about it if he goes with me and not her. Have I mentioned he's only with her because he's bored and she's easy? *snort* Anyway, I end up going to prom with a huge group of friends, he takes his freshmo gf. So there I am, sitting at a table near the doors to the courtyard, sitting out a slow song, gazing out the window, when an ominous shadow crosses my path. I look up, and there's the freshmo girlfriend, looming over me, GLARING DAGGERS at me. O_o Wtf. She just stands there and glares... and here comes my ex. He takes her by the upper arm and tries to steer her away from the table before she can open her mouth. They end up leaving early, and I'm laughing like a moron. Never knew what she was going to say to me, but the fact that she hated my guts because I was closer to her bf than she was.... PRICELESS.
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