Bitch Fight

  Being a gal of many companions, but fewer friends, I admit that I do indeed get along better with boys than girls. Boys are relaxed, no drama, no BS. If there’s a problem, it gets dealt with then and there, and then all is well. With (most) girls, its backstabbing, gossip, rumors, and stupid shit that should’ve stopped in middle school. Now, regardless of your gender, which would YOU prefer?

  Now don’t get me wrong, not all girls are like this. I like the idea of doing our hair and primping and eating 10 lbs of Ben and jerry’s with my girls while watching the Rachel Zoo Project. But that’s only if I have found the girls to not be little backstabbing bitches. Otherwise, it’s all good.

  But what happens when TWO girls that aren’t fond of the female being, gain entry in the “guy group”? One would hope that they would mutually realize that, both being in the chill GUY group, the other isn’t a drama queen, so they end up getting along.

But no.

  This happened to me in all the worse ways. This girl and I ended up being in this situation: Both hate most girls, yet the other had tits…well…not so much her. This girl was fucking vicious…but she was so sly about it, that whenever I flipped out about it, I looked like the drama queen while she played it cool.

  She would judge my friends within 4 minutes of meeting them by masking an insult with a tiny compliment first. She constantly overcompensated for her nerdiness in high school by being all over guys constantly and flirting all the time. (You know...that type that gets way too excited and peppy when other boys are around and always finds a way to touch them to subtly flirt? Yeah…that kind.) She even tried to hit on my boyfriend by saying she was mad that he didn’t ask her out instead of me.  She constantly provoked me in ways that made her seem perfectly angelic, and I was miserable and fed up.Then one day, this bitch had the nerve to ask my FIANCE to MOVE IN WITH HER and her friend in an apartment. What. The. Fuck. Raging inside, yet having fallen to defeat, I nicely and politely confronted her and asked her to not do anything like that again, but in a more delicate, artfully posed way. And I got a mouthful back from her telling me that I was a stupid bitch that can’t let anything go and that I have boundary issues.

Ha.

Haha.

  First off bitch, I’m quite sure that if you were even capable of feeling the emotion, love, you wouldn’t respond too kindly to me trying to hit on your boyfriend, constantly going to him for solace, always wanting a damn hug from him,  and asking him to move in with me. Trust me “hun”, no girl would let that go. And it’s quite obvious that you’re the slut that has boundary issues. You fuck with me or my man, and I’ll fucking end you. But of course, I’ll feed you your own medicine, and do it in a light that makes you look awful.

  So of course I forwarded the texts to my fiancé, and that was the end of that. He promptly broke off that friendship and never heard from her since.

And by the way,

I know I’m a bitch hun.

It’s because I have to deal with shit-sniffers like you.