To GY: The reason that you have NEVER had anything more than a one-night stand with a guy in all your 26 years is because you are a loud-mouthed, obnoxious, immature hooker who doesn't have a single social clue. No, normal people do NOT invite themselves to the friend of a friend's wedding just because they hear that there's going to be an open bar at the reception. And they sure as heck don't try to share a hotel room at said wedding with a married couple!
Stop hitting on other girls' men and you MIGHT keep a girl friend for longer than one week. The fact that you've lost 20 lbs. in the past few months through Metabolife doesn't matter much when you were 40 lbs. overweight to begin with.
The loss of a couple dress sizes doesn't, as my big sister so articulately put it, "make you Miss America" or suddenly transform you into "God's gift to men." You may look a tad better on the outside, but your personality completely overshadows those minute physical changes.
Moving on... If you feel the urge to talk about me to a complete stranger who you just met 10 minutes ago, it might be a good idea to check and make sure that she isn't one of my sorority sisters who is going to call me the first chance she gets to tell me about your attempt to trash my name. If you had the brains God gave a goat, you might have figured out that someone who is from my college and in my sorority MIGHT be an acquaintance of mine.
I'm so sorry that the fact that I have a decent, caring boyfriend who I enjoy spending time with makes you pea-green with envy, but that doesn't give you the right to make up lies and tell MY friends that he hits on you all the time. Hello! You have met him ONCE for 20 minutes at a wedding (you remember - the one you WEREN'T invited to?), and **newsflash** he was completely, totally, unequivocally unimpressed. He was simply too polite to point out the fact that you were making an absolute spectacle of yourself as you **unsuccessfully** attempted to hit on him with me standing 4 feet away taking in the whole incident. You should just be thanking your lucky stars that I was in a good mood that night; otherwise you probably wouldn't still be around to make up all your little stories.
One more thing: The fact that I enjoy my boyfriend's company does NOT mean that I am stuck up his a$$.
He's got nothing to do with the fact that we don't have "girls night out" anymore. Personally, I'd rather go swimming in chummed waters with Jaws than hang out with you on a Friday night, listening to you drone on and on about how happy you are that I decided to come party, knowing full well that you'll be badmouthing me the moment I get up from the table.
The way I see it, at least Jaws doesn't pretend to be my friend.
Okay, I feel MUCH better now. Thanks to the beginner of this thread!