The Tale of the One-Upping Douche.
So once upon a time, when I was an intern in DC i met this kid. I had no physical attraction to him, he was just another person i met at an AU frat party with another friend of mine. D (for D-bag) was from the upper east side and hated his frat. We’d chat randomly over IM and with my once on/off again relationship – he’d constantly be im-ing me and asking…”so do you still have a boyfriend” Rarely was the answer no – mostly because his timing always sucked. He once said “you always have a boyfriend” well, no. But now that i’m in a longterm relationship, i do and i will. for a really long time so just stop asking.
I’ve started to ignore D. His im’s annoy me more and more. So this morning when i woke up and checked my computer at 6am before i left for work at the gym, I was surprised when he im’ed me informing me that he was attending grad school at NU. This wasn’t a surprise, I already knew from his facebook page. A kid who once bragged to me how many friends he had that attended BU and how much better they were than NU and how much better their hockey was – but he never realized one thing. I didn’t give a shit what he thought. He attended AU and later transferred to College Park – because he couldn’t get in anywhere else or something.
What is it about dudes from Upper East side? Is pretentiousness in their blood? It seeped from his voice the one time we went out to dinner – i was 22 and he was not yet 21 so we went to Tortilla Coast on the hill – mostly because i worked on the hill and love me some mexican food. I rubbed it in his face by drinking a margarita, and he rubbed it in mine that he had a fake id. Not that i cared – he kept trying to impress me like his “privileges” were so cool.
I didn’t respond to his IM – i don’t need to. Why? Cause i don’t give a shit. A kid who talks to me only when saying something to “impress” me? Go to hell! You’re not attractive, you’re wiry hair, and busted face just didn’t do it for me – you have more pimples than a 14 year old at McDonalds. Go find some crack whore at some pretentious club in NYC and take her home to mommy and daddy, she’ll probably fit in better than me.
I know this is somewhat contrary to my love of Gossip Girl but thats a teevee show – and he’s real life. I wouldn’t be friends with the people on Gossip Girl (except maybe Serena because she’s awesome and i would love to go shopping with her) because it’s a difference in lifestyle much like it is with D and I. I was raised to appreciate the little things in life, and he well – if he couldn’t put it on daddy’s credit card then it didn’t matter. I haven’t seen him online since but if I do…i just need to tell him…dude. I don’t effing care. Seriously…go eff yourself. Why the eff do i care if he goes to grad school at NU? Should i warn the freshman? The entire undergraduate body? Have fun hanging out with all your BU friends…it’s really too bad they didn’t accept you – which I can only imagine is the only reason that you’re not going there.
Do you guys have a person in your life that’s more annoying than not, and pesters you when they have something to announce even though they don’t (and probably never will) give a shit about it??
Anyhow, i need to get my shizzle together. My cough is annoying me – apparently many of my favorite bloggers are sickies now, and thanks to boyfriend – i’m no different. However, I will still be going to the wine tasting at our local packy, and I will be throwing down at McFadden’s tonight hopefully with a friend of mine, her bro, boyfriend and mayhaps former roommate(?) we shall see 
But it’s my first saturday back on the wagon as i’ve mentioned, my inner party girl is bursting to get out after holding her hostage for the past couple months. Peace out kiddies and happy NaBloPoMo
