When I was about 22 I was a university student living in a big city. One night in a bar I met a guy, let’s call him Hugh, we got talking and ended up exchanging numbers. I come from a comfortable (but not hugely-wealthy) middle class family and my parents live about two hours away from where I went to uni. Hugh came from a very wealthy family who had a big townhouse in one of the priciest parts of town.
Hugh’s parents were polite to me but it was quite clear that they didn’t think I was good enough to be dating their son. If I helped set the table for a family dinner it would be loudly observed that I’d put the butter knives facing in the wrong direction (I don’t mind if there’s a correct way to do something, but tell me discreetly – don’t announce it to the whole room!). When their younger daughter expressed interest in studying a similar university degree to mine (an arts course) they told her, interrupting my explanation of what was required and the types of assignments you’d need to do, that it wasn’t a proper subject and wouldn’t get her anywhere in life. If I’d stayed over at night, his mother would think nothing of marching into the bedroom the next morning and telling him it was time to get up for work whilst completely ignoring the fact that I was lying right next to him. Obviously the warning light should have come on at the idea that his mother needed to tell him to get up for work!
Anyway – about 3 months into our relationship it was New Year’s Eve. Hugh had arranged to go to a party at the country home of one of his friends which was about 30 minutes from where my parents lived and over 2 hours from the city. I had gone home to see my parents for Christmas and developed a horrible cold. There was no way I was going to a party for NY and instead stayed on my parents sofa with a good film and a blanket. Earlier that day I’d been talking to Hugh on the phone and he’d been complaining that there was nowhere for him to sleep at the party and he’d have to stay on the floor. I foolishly offered to collect him from the party once it finished and let him stay with me at my parents’ home. He’d never met my parents before, but they are very welcoming people who are happy to allow my friends to stay occasionally when I’m visiting.
So – 3am comes around and Hugh calls requesting a lift. I drive out to the party house to collect him and wait around for half an hour for him to do a prolonged leave taking of all his friends. Finally we get back to my parents’ house and I let Hugh in the front door. I tell him to be quiet because my parents are upstairs asleep and I don’t want to wake them. Hugh says he wants a glass of water so I direct him to the kitchen, which is right by the front door and tell him I’ll be there to help him as soon as I’ve taken off my boots and coat. A couple of minutes later I walk into the kitchen and am horrified to see Hugh chopping out a line of coke on my mum’s kitchen counter! I should probably point out that I have never taken drugs in my life so there’s no way Hugh should have thought this was behaviour I would condone. It took me a couple of moments to find my voice, so distressed was I that my mum might come downstairs and find some stranger taking drugs in her kitchen.
Eventually I managed to croak, “What are you doing?”, he turned around and obviously misunderstood the look of shock on my face because he very calmly said to me, “Don’t worry, I’ve cut a line for you too…”. If it hadn’t been 4am in the middle of January I’d have kicked him out there and then! 0207-11
Tag: Dating
“We’re Through. Pass The Gravy.”
I dated “Pete” for four years. There were certainly good things about our relationship (he was an invaluable source of support when I had surgery), but you know how it goes: eventually, the bad starts to outweigh the good, until you just can’t justify it anymore.
My big issue with Pete was that he was very immature. He was in his 30s, yet acted like he was 11. I felt like his embarrassed, disciplining mother a lot of the time. There were plenty of etiquette violations, but here are the most egregious:
1) The first Thanksgiving after we started dating, we were having dinner at his parents’ house, then going to my family friends’ house (where my mother was) for dessert. When we got to my friends’ place, he started off by wandering down the hall to look at the house without so much as a by-your-leave, which my mom later complained about. After that, I was catching up with two friends whom I hadn’t spoken to in a while, when he started indicating that he wanted to leave. How? By continually tugging on my sleeve and making “let’s go” motions with his head, like a child! I was humiliated. He was so insistent that I had to offer a lame excuse so we could leave 15minutes after we had arrived, not even sitting down for dessert.
2) We went with some of my friends to a local comedy club. He was apparently so bored by the show (which everyone else was enjoying tremendously) that he started amusing himself by using the candle at our table to light our tickets on fire. Then he got annoyed and sulky when I was upset at him. He really didn’t see why setting things on fire in the middle of a large, crowded room was a big deal. I was just thankful we weren’t kicked out. Miraculously, if anybody noticed, they didn’t say anything. (The club later replaced their candles with fake ones. I choose to believe this is coincidence.)
3) The one that stands out the most: For my birthday, we were going to go to dinner and see a movie. I was paying for both, as he was unemployed, but I knew this in advance and had accepted it. He refused to go to any of the restaurants I had suggested, so we ended up going to his favorite place (which I don’t really care for).
On the way to the restaurant, he decided that after the movie we should watch a DVD he had become obsessed with. (I love this particular DVD, but was getting burned out on it. He wanted to watch it a LOT.) I have the DVD and he doesn’t, so he wanted me to go back to my place after the movie, pick up the DVD, then drive back to his place. (Need I mention that we live in opposite directions from the theater we’d be going to?)
We had arrived at the restaurant at this point. It was an order-at-the-counter place, and there was no line. The elderly lady who takes orders was waiting patiently behind the register for us to decide what we wanted. Pete was bugging me for an answer about the DVD. I told him we could discuss it after we’d ordered and sat down. He refused to order until I gave him an answer! “There’s no line; we’re not holding anyone up!” I pointed to the cashier and said she was waiting for us to place our order and we were wasting her time. He waved it off: “Oh, she has to be there anyway!” I was mortified by his rudeness. The cashier, much to her credit, left the counter and walked into the kitchen at that point.
If I’d been thinking clearly, I’d have waited for her to come back, placed my order, then left him to order and pay for his own food. I was very flustered, though, and simply acquiesced to getting the DVD after the movie so we could get on with things. The cashier later told him that he owed both her and me an apology. (I love this woman.) I was very upset that he had made my birthday all about what HE wanted to do.
There are more stories, but I’m happy to say that I finally found a spine. A few Thanksgivings after the first incident, we were going up to my father’s (a 2-hour drive). He wanted to bring a video game console – not a handheld, but a full console. I absolutely put my foot down this time. I knew that if he brought it, he’d spend the whole time we were there tucked away in a bedroom playing video games and not enjoying my father’s and stepmother’s hospitality. We got into an argument about it that ended with my telling him that he could stay home if he was so worried about being bored. This time, he was the one who backed down. By the end of the weekend, we had broken up.
(I found out later he had told his friends I had “dumped him over Thanksgiving”, as if I had said, “We’re through. Pass the gravy.” Really, it was after Thanksgiving, and it was me sobbing my eyes out and telling him that I didn’t want to hurt him, but …)
That was a bit over three years ago. I’m happy to say that my spine has remained intact, and I am now in a relationship with a wonderful man to whom I feel like a partner, not a parent.
Pete and I remain on cordial terms (even if only on Facebook these days). I also sent him one last Christmas gift: his own copy of that DVD. 0707-10
The Assumptions That Can Lead To Greed
I’m not really sure what this one falls under. It has nothing to do with a wedding, but more to do with a couple of people’s insane selfishness.
First is “Laney”. This was a girl I had gone to school with in grade school back in Oklahoma. After many years, I was freshly out of the Army, and now living in the D.C. area when we bumped into each other online. When we realized we had gone to grade school together, we were shocked by the coincidence, and became fast friends. At the time, I was making decent money, and Lanie had two children (by two different fathers – neither in the picture after the children were born) and a roommate (we’ll call “Suzanne”). I loved her kids, they were beautiful, very well behaved, and they liked me. Her roommate, on the other hand, was a total witch, but that’s later.
Laney was usually pretty strapped for cash due to her situation, so I would almost always pay for the meals when we would go out to eat or anything. As I was the one suggesting that we go out to eat, I thought this was only fair. This goes on for half a year, about once or twice a week, I make the hour long drive to hang out with her, play with the kids, and we get something to eat, or play board games at her house. At some point, she starts making the suggestions that we should go to eat at such and such restaurant, and eventually she’s inviting me down to take them to dinner. I had apparently set a dangerous precedent, and was expected to pay for these meals as well. While this does start to grate, I try to shrug it off and continue to head down to visit the family.
Finally, one day she announces that it’s her Step-Mother’s birthday, and she knew her father wasn’t the type to do cakes, candles, etc., so she wanted to “do something” for her birthday. I drive her to a local store, and she runs around buying a nice cake, candles, ice cream, a card, and even a couple of gag gifts. She puts them on the register, then turns and looks at me expectantly. I give her a look back as if to say, “What do you want?” COMPLETELY dumbfounded that she could be making this suggestion. Finally, she responds, “Well *I* can’t pay for this! “Now, that would have been the end of it right there, except that I knew her Step Mother, and she truly was a wonderful woman, and I had been to their house a good number of times. I realized Laney’s father really *wasn’t* the type to do cakes and ice cream for the birthday, and that this would mean a lot to her. So, still quite angry, I went ahead and paid.
When we got into the car, I let loose on Laney, letting her know that if this *EVER* happened again, it would mean the end of our friendship. I wasn’t just some free ATM that she could tap for cash whenever she decided she wanted something she couldn’t afford. She apologized profusely, and said she hadn’t realized how much she’d taken me for granted, and it would *never* happen again.
So a month goes by. Now, the roommate, “Suzanne” that I can’t stand is rude, mean spirited, and just a total witch. There’s really no better way to describe her. On this day, the children were being watched by the parents, so Laney had a rare evening off, and wanted to catch a movie. Her roommate decides this is a marvelous idea, since she had just started dating a new (unemployed) guy, and that we should all four go to the movies, and then get dinner afterwards. As I had nothing better to do, I agreed to go, but was determined that I wasn’t going to get stuck fitting the bill. We take separate cars, and get to the movie theater. Laney informs me that she doesn’t have the money for the movies, and would I mind paying her way. She’ll “pay me back.” I agree, and we get back to the movie theater.
When we arrive, before we go in, I’m discussing what dinner plans we should make (some place that needs reservations, or some quicky place that doesn’t)? I’m told we can figure that out when we finish the movie, and see what time it is. I say, “OK, just so long as it’s not Chinese!” (I’d had Chinese the ENTIRE prior week.) We get to the ticket counter and oddly enough, EVERYONE has left their wallets in their cars, and it would be “SUCH a pain” to run back and get them, as they’d have to get back in line, and miss the start of the movie. So we agree that I will pay for the movies for FOUR adults PLUS snacks in the DC area, and THEIR compensation would be that *THEY* pay for *MY* dinner afterwards. (This bill is well over $100 at $17 per person, $5 soda, $5 popcorn or candy.) I’m thinking this is pretty generous of me, considering no matter where we ate, it wasn’t going to cost me $100 a plate.
The movie ends, and as we’re walking back to the car, Suzanne announces that she’s feeling like Chinese. I remind her that it’s the ONE thing I don’t want, as I’ve already eaten it all week, and she insists that it’s the ONLY thing she wants, and if I don’t want it, I can just find somewhere else to eat by myself. At this point, I’m livid. I get back in my car, Laney’s riding with me, and we leave. I’m absolutely fuming, and she tries to console me, agreeing that her roommate is a sneaking, rude, thieving witch. We decide on fried chicken, so we swing by a KFC and pick up a large bucket of chicken. At the time, I didn’t like to cook, so figured I’d get extra and eat it for dinner tomorrow as well.
When we get back to Laney’s house, Suzanne and her unemployed boyfriend are already there. I ask, “I thought you were getting Chinese?!” She responds: “No, we decided we weren’t really hungry. “Feeling the hairs standing up on the back of my neck, I grab a plate, and sit down to eat some chicken when not even 10 minutes later, unemployed boyfriend says, “Man, I’m hungry.” Suzanne’s response: “Just get some of the fried chicken. There’s plenty.” I finally lose it, and tell him not to touch it, or I’ll kill him. Neither he nor Suzanne are getting a bite of the chicken, because I’m not paying for their free ride to the movies AND their dinner when this whole thing was THEIR idea. Suzanne continues to sit there smugly with a smirk on her face, obviously having planned each step of this. I tell them the extra chicken is going home with me, and they aren’t touching it. Then I look at Laney for some support, and she gets involved in the conversation like this: “Well, I wanted some of it for the kids when they get home!”
I was gobsmacked. I couldn’t even think of a response. I walked into the kitchen, threw two pieces of the chicken into the fridge (for the kids), took the rest out to my car, and left without another word to any of them. Laney tried to call to see what “I was so mad about” and I informed her that she needn’t bother calling me ever again, our friendship had ended. A year later, she did actually call me, too. Apparently she wanted to “mend fences.” I imagine it was just her step mother’s birthday coming up. Either way, I told her I was busy, hung up, and haven’t spoken to her in the 7 years since.
To this day, this is the only “ex friend” story that continues to infuriate me every time I remember it. I’ve dated blatant gold diggers, I’ve dated dozens of women who have cheated, but this is the one that makes me the most angry. Knowing what a sleazy,filthy,witch Suzanne is, and she sat their smugly having just conned me out of an evening at the movies for 4. It boggles my mind that any one human could have such COMPLETE and UTTER disregard for other people, much less the three of them. I sincerely hope that karma does exist. 0615-10
Clueless, I’d Like You To Meet Invisible
After reading the some of the stories on your site, I simply had to share the worst date ever! Anyway this one is a bit long…but well…so was the evening. After coming out of a 3 year relationship with a man who, while being a great guy, should have stayed a friend, my confidence wasn’t at an all time high. I’m pretty feisty though, so back on the horse I go and start talking to a few guys. I have a few mediocre dates, no sparks but nothing horrid. Then comes this great guy. I’ll call him Clueless, for reasons that will soon become readily apparent.
Clueless and I meet on a dating site (which I use frequently with good and bad results – I have actually met several long time friends this way) and start talking. We hit it off amazingly. We spend hours talking on the phone, laughing and having a fabulous time. Clueless is a single father, which as a single mother is particularly attractive to me. Not only is Clueless a single father but appears particularly devoted to his children and *BONUS* isn’t looking to make more! Perfect. So…he’s funny, he’s smart, he’s a devoted father and he’s a big cuddly bear kinda guy, which is my preference. The only thing delaying actually meeting is that I am very cautious about involving the children until I’m somewhat sure things will work out. This is more for the sake of the children than anything and as he has his children most of the time it takes about a month before we actually get it together to meet.
He graciously accepts stopping by my house during a barbecue with my friends (intimidating) just for a few minutes so we can actually see each other and discuss plans for a concert he’s invited me to a few days later. Our thinking is that this will make the actual “first date” easier to handle. *WRONG* He stays not 15 or 20 minutes but almost an hour. Everyone likes him, he appears to like me and all is going very well. I follow him to his car to say goodbye and (giving him an easy out) tell him to email me his address so I can meet with him to go to the concert the following Tuesday. My thinking is this – if he’s not interested he can simply not give me the address. No, no Clueless whips out a piece of paper and a pen and excitedly writes down the address. Excellent!…well wait. Here it comes. He calls me the next day to let me know that he forgot he was meeting one of his friends and her daughter there and do I mind? Well, how can I mind when he had no problem meeting me for the first time amongst most of my friends. No problem I say. Clueless is very excited…still.
The night of the concert arrives and my landlord finally arrives to fix a plumbing problem that’s been ongoing for a week…which requires turning off the water BEFORE I can shower. I alert Clueless that depending on how long this takes I may be late. Clueless is crushed…until I say no matter if I’m too late to meet at his house I’ll meet him at the club. Clueless is once again excited. Now, you’re saying to yourself, *I* know I was…but seriously, this all sounds wonderful! Ah ha…Clueless has pulled you into his trickery as well!
The plumbing is fixed, the water is turned on, the makeup is applied, the overall look is approved of by roommate and son and off I go. I arrive at Clueless’s home and he’s still at the store (which he had said he may be). His friend, we’ll call her Oblivious is there with her daughter. I get out and greet Oblivious who looks slightly startled and not altogether sure what’s happening even while saying “Oh you must be Invisible (which would have been a very lovely warning indeed).” Clueless arrives, gives me a nominal greeting and then proceeds to spend the next 30 minutes charming Oblivious’s 12 year old daughter, who’ll we’ll call Precious. Now, Precious, despite having known Clueless her entire life has developed a major case of the shys. Perhaps it was because she could, in fact, see me. Feeling excessively awkward, I attempt to join the conversation where it seems appropriate, which is almost never because when Clueless isn’t charming Precious out of her shell, he’s reminiscing with Oblivious about people and events that I, being Invisible, have no knowledge of.
This continues all the way to the parking lot of the club. I’m feeling very very akward at this juncture and think…ah well when we go inside I can have a drink at least. Not so…apparently the plan was to arrive horrendously early so that we could then trek several blocks down the steeps hills of downtown to eat. I should mention that just that morning I had gotten a stuffy head and having had a knee surgery in the past I don’t like hills any way. But oh, I will be a trooper. Off we go, while Clueless and Precious run ahead, playing games and generally having a grand time and Oblivious is walking with me but getting any conversation is like pulling teeth and about halfway down our trek I begin falling behind because well, bad knees and very steep hills simply don’t make for a speedy descent. Oblivious at some point, realizes that I’m almost a block behind and keeps poking Clueless and pointing to me. This prompts Clueless to yell, “Come on”, and take off again with Precious. (More than once).
Needless to say I’m already feeling a bit superfluous at this point. It will get better when we get where we’re going, surely it must! (I tell myself OVER and OVER). We finally get to the place we’ve slogged almost a mile straight downhill to reach and it’s…it’s…wait for it…wait for it…a crappy dirty little teriyaki joint – not even as nice as the 5 or 6 other Teriyaki joints we’ve passed already. REALLY! (This is Downtown Seattle, you can’t spit w/o hitting a Teriyaki joint). So, I have no desire to eat between being stuffy headed, in pain, the overall lack of cleanliness and being not altogether comfortable. Ah, I think…we’ll all be able to chat now. Think again (perhaps we should have called me clueless?) Between the noise of the crappy little teriyaki joint (whose exhaust fan had to be one of the first models ever made), the noise from the street and the stuffiness in my head, I can barely make out anything being said. All I want is a hot cup of tea. TEA….BLACK TEA in a TERIYAKI JOINT!!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING!!! No black tea…oolong tea only. I don’t really care for oolong but it’s hot and my head is swaddled in cotton so I get one. NO SUGAR….of any kind. No real, no brown, no “natural” no fake…nothing. Sigh…OK. So I sit there in a foggy stupor, sipping the bitterest and nastiest oolong tea I’ve ever had in a crappy little Teriyaki Joint we’ve just trekked a mile to reach, I can’t hear a damn thing that’s being said, which really is rather irrelevant as almost nothing is being aimed my way. FABULOUS!
Now…this particular part of the torture session is finally done and we get to climb back up the mile of extremely steep hill we’ve just climbed down. Anyone who has had knee surgery will tell you that the only thing worse than going down that far is going the hell back up it. And this time Clueless and Precious are well over a block ahead of me, Oblivious is over half a block ahead of me and eventually they are all crossing entire streets without me. Again we get the funny funny charade of Oblivious pointing to me and Clueless yelling “Come on”. Oh … and you thought chivalry was dead! No, my friends, it was stomped into the ground, mashed into dust and spat upon before being set on fire! (And I’m fairly sure you can guess what they used to put it out, too!)
We finally get back to the club. I’m thinking good, a seat and a drink…oh my yes, I’m going to have a drink. A double, in fact, neat. Seat…oh, well, now there’s a funny situation. Because Precious is with us, we have to sit in the “family section” which consists of an open concrete area, roughly 10 chairs and several people sitting in those chairs already. Now I will say Oblivious has a harder time than me as she has to hold Precious on her lap. Wait, did I say seat…let me correct myself, stool…which is the last thing my poor knees need. But I’m sitting and maybe now some conversation will happen. Which it does for all of 2 min until Clueless and Oblivious go from, “How did you two mee,t” to a 20 minute romp on how THEY met and how they went to blah blah’s house and then blah blah showed up and remember the look when blah blah said blah blah to blah blah. Now I’m not just saying blah blah to be rude either, that’s about all I understood once they turned away from me. Now mind you, I’m in downtown w/o my truck or I’d have been GONE. I feel like a poop going to get a drink when Precious wants a drink (not alcohol) and no way can she have anything since A) she’s not allowed in the bar and B) no drinks except water are allowed in the “family” area. Oh..clever clever planning on that! I finally get us both water.
At this point I can’t take anymore of the stuffy head or the Invisible wall which has apparently sprang up around me and I do go get a shot. $10 minimum…I don’t care open me a tab and get me some WHISKEY. Ahhh…ok better for a second. I go sit back down…blah blah …blah blah concert we went to…blah blah all with occassional odd glances from Oblivious who still seems to view me, when noticing me at all, as a slightly startling and confusing puzzle. Ok…out I go for a smoke. and another…and another. Thirty minutes later I have almost decided to blow the money and grab a cab and go get my truck and go home. No…no … my credit card is at the bar and I’ll have to walk PAST Clueless and Oblivious to get it. I try anyway…POOF I’m not invisible NOW! I get shocked and startled looks as though they truly thought I’d left. Uh huh. Thank you. So I sit back down and Clueless gets up with his camera because the band he came to see is on now. (Side note…LOVED that band so there was one redeeming thing). I try to make conversation with Oblivious…and she kinda answers a few times and etc. etc. etc. Still getting the startled puzzled look.
Finally she says to me, ” I don’t know how long you’ve been hanging out with Clueless but he always takes like 200 pictures, which is why I’m back here”. I respond, “Well, actually this is our first date”. Ahhhhh….you can see the wheels turn, and the sparks fly behind the eyes as this OH OH OH look comes into her face. Suddenly everything makes sense, no wonder I have NO clue how to interject – AWKWARD! Bonus here, Oblivious does attempt to make more conversation as she suddenly realizes that this has got to be the worst first date EVER in the history of the world. Yes, sympathy from Oblivious. Mind you the entire time the last band played Clueless came up one time, “Do you like them?”, and wandered back off to take more pics. I got some coffee, retrieved my card, smoked several more cigarettes and prayed for it all to end…NOW. Finally it does. We get in the car, Oblivious goes on and on about how her fiance doesn’t trust Clueless “still” and then about how their mutual friend got “secretly” married but don’t tell. Again, I try to add where I can but it’s really not working.
Finally, I can almost smell my truck…I miss my truck. Things are so uncomplicated in my truck. My good faithful truck, which will whisk me far far away from all this. Oblivious has to get Precious home (who by the way was IMO wonderfully behaved for a 12 year old at a rock concert). Just to say I’m not a quitter I think, OK, maybe now we’ll talk. Nope, mention of driving to Dad’s to get the van for work…and you know? I’m actually relieved to be spared having to try. I jump out of the car, say goodbye and run to my truck. Now, I never actually spoke to Clueless again, but he posted a couple of very NOT flattering pics of me amongst the many others and then promptly got engaged to the girl he had apparently been texting all night. I’m STILL baffled as to why in the heck he would invite me if he’s about to become engaged, why he didn’t back out when I gave him the opportunity, why he was so excited I made it and what on earth was I there for in the first place?????? I actually gave up dating for about a month…and then I came to my senses and had quite a great deal of fun after that. Clueless is, I imagine, every bit as clueless now and frankly, I feel rather sorry for that poor girl! May the keeper’s of Karma be watching and the blessings abound! 0604-09
Bad Company Corrupts Good Morals
Many years ago I had a job that looked as if it would go places and a girlfriend who I should have known better than to get involved with. I had been told that I was being given a promotion within the next month.
A person at my job offered each of us at work free tickets to see a musician. I took two of them, thanking the person giving them to me. When I got home, I informed my girlfriend that we had been given free tickets to this event and that it would be a nice date as I knew she enjoyed the musician. She seemed happy and thrilled.
A couple days later and suddenly I was on her “bad person” list. I asked what was wrong and after much drama I was informed that she was mad at me because I had not gotten more tickets( remember these were a gift from a person at work) for her 3 friends who also loved this musician and how dare I not think about them when I should know that they would really want to go too. In retrospect I should have just given the tickets to her friends or thrown them away.
I need to interject here that I have never told this story to my mother because I know how poorly I behaved in the next bit. Instead of stating that the two tickets were all that there were and it was supposed to be a romantic date, I went back and asked for more tickets. I know it was wrong, I know that it was a terrible etiquette breach. I berate myself for it still after all these years.
Fast forward to the day of the event. The three people that have decided they need to horn in on my date with my girlfriend and also my girlfriend have known for a couple of weeks that we will be sitting with my co-workers so I have asked them to be thoughtful of this. The office where I worked was very staid and we had just gotten a new accounts manager who was a very faithful Christian.
They all (including my girlfriend) showed up in very inappropriate clothing. Leather, fake piercings, fake tattoos, spray on colored hair, ripped jeans, spiked heels for the women, motorcycle boots for the guys. I’m in slacks and a shirt. We get to the venue and I realize that we are seated behind the account manager and the owner of the company, complete with both of their families and their very young children. And then it starts…
Shrieking, screaming, spilling food and drink on everyone around them, shouting sexual comments as first the warm-up act and then the main performer take the stage, my girlfriend and her three friends spent the entire event acting as inappropriately as they possibly could without getting kicked out by security. During the evening one of my girlfriend’s friends struck the owner of the company with his event program and told him to move his “F****** fat basketball head”. Another made a point of leaning forward and shouting in the account manager’s wife’s ear that he really wanted to have sex with the back up dancers on the stage (not in that tame of language).
I was fired the next day. Couldn’t blame them. 1211-08
I sure hope you “fired” your girlfriend and her purposely devious companions from your life shortly thereafter.