She followed up with me after giving me the personal advice the other week.
I saw her in the hall, which is much better than seeing her in the bathroom, because the hall means I can keep moving.
BL (looks me up and down, very meaningfully, eyebrows raised): “How was your weekend??”
me: “It was pretty good.”
BL: "Did you see your friend?”
me: “What friend?”
BL, getting more to the point: “Did you see any boys? What did you do?”
me, thinking, “No,I did not see any boys”: “Well, I had dinner with a couple of friends on Friday-“
BL, cutting me off: “with a boy?”
me: “No, with some friends, who are girls.
BL: looks disappointed
me: “and I went to a party Saturday night.”
BL: “Did you see any boys there??”
me: “There were both men and women at the party.”
BL: “oh…??!”
me, “yep, it was fun.” (I never think about it, but I play this “I don’t know what you’re talking about” act a lot. It’s kind of like my passive-aggressive revenge, to make it not so easy for them to get the information they’re looking for.)
And I kept walking. I have a feeling she’s not done with me yet.
(by the way, my friend, Anonymous #2, has said she will start calling me “the white Beyonce". I will respond to this.)
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