This is somewhat a Facebook FR. I'm going off to college in the fall. I have a steady girlfriend of a year and some months and we're going good, but that's not what this thread is about.
Anyway, my girlfriend and I are going to the same college. She and I accidentally picked up different dates for our orientations. no biggie.
She heads off, has hers, comes back, and everything is fine.
She tells me about a new friend she made who is so cool, funny, blah blah blah ( the new friend is a girl )
A few days later, this same girl messages me on facebook. The following is the exact conversation. I'll comment more after it.
Her: You're (my gf)'s boyfriend! I met her at Orientation. How do you do sir?
Je te présente, (her name)
Me: haha well im less than fluent in french so i'll just say yea i am! haha nice to meet you. how's it going?
Her: I was introducing myself, that's all. I'm doing just swell, better than the normal good. Blah blah general girl bs.
Me: haha family outings to mexican restaurants are always good. except for when the waiter starts hitting on my sister! (it always happens) lol and we went to see transformers tonight! it was so-so if you havent seen it. unless you're one of those transformer kids... haha.
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Her: the waiters at Mexican Restaurants are SO CREEPY... .I went and saw transformers the night it came out... so yes I am indeed a Transformer kid. You should be pleased to meet such a die hard fan.
Just to get to know you I listed some simple questions.
blah blah bs questions (if i like obama was one)
Me: lol.
okay.
waiters at mexican restaurants- we agree. there's one in particular that im thinking of that calls my sister "princess." completely weird. and the transformer kids are the... coolest.
I answer her bs questions
Her: Blah blah blah disagree with my views on obama, correct my spelling on some things, generally be a *****. This entire time, she's been spelling my name wrong, like she thinks its a pet name.
Me: correct her spelling of my name one more time, sternly. Then I tell her her opinions are called HER opinions for a reason, and i didnt ask to hear them. nor do i care for her fav. baseball player albert pujols, cuz i think he's on steroids. generally being a ****, because I have no real interest and I'm tired of being talked down to.
i acted like what i thought would turn her off!
She responds back, I get pissed and tell her to stop texting my gf asking why i havent responded and blah blah blah.
Her: I got what i wanted out of it, that's all that really matters.
Me: I'm glad your attitude of "Getting what you want is all that matters" is coming early on in my interactions with you. Thus proving that you are merely another pretty, self-serving face in the crowd.
at least you're efficient. it only took us 14 emails to get to the bottom of this.
she claims she "won"
says i prove her point by not responding
me: why are you still talking to me?
her: you think you're smarter than you are. your looks are what most people probably like about you.
me: (tired of this sh1t)
what a sweetheart.
there's more to me than 6'4 male model looks, though.
I am exceedingly smart. Whether you care to agree or not, I don't much care.
I think I'm in love with you ya big seducer, you.
Her: do you want to trade seductive pics?
/Craziness.
what the fvck is this? all it proves is the less reactive, the more you control the frame, the easier sh1t gets.
Anyway, my girlfriend and I are going to the same college. She and I accidentally picked up different dates for our orientations. no biggie.
She heads off, has hers, comes back, and everything is fine.
She tells me about a new friend she made who is so cool, funny, blah blah blah ( the new friend is a girl )
A few days later, this same girl messages me on facebook. The following is the exact conversation. I'll comment more after it.
Her: You're (my gf)'s boyfriend! I met her at Orientation. How do you do sir?
Je te présente, (her name)
Me: haha well im less than fluent in french so i'll just say yea i am! haha nice to meet you. how's it going?
Her: I was introducing myself, that's all. I'm doing just swell, better than the normal good. Blah blah general girl bs.
Me: haha family outings to mexican restaurants are always good. except for when the waiter starts hitting on my sister! (it always happens) lol and we went to see transformers tonight! it was so-so if you havent seen it. unless you're one of those transformer kids... haha.
. Her: the waiters at Mexican Restaurants are SO CREEPY... .I went and saw transformers the night it came out... so yes I am indeed a Transformer kid. You should be pleased to meet such a die hard fan.
Just to get to know you I listed some simple questions.
blah blah bs questions (if i like obama was one)
Me: lol.
okay.
waiters at mexican restaurants- we agree. there's one in particular that im thinking of that calls my sister "princess." completely weird. and the transformer kids are the... coolest.
I answer her bs questions
Her: Blah blah blah disagree with my views on obama, correct my spelling on some things, generally be a *****. This entire time, she's been spelling my name wrong, like she thinks its a pet name.
Me: correct her spelling of my name one more time, sternly. Then I tell her her opinions are called HER opinions for a reason, and i didnt ask to hear them. nor do i care for her fav. baseball player albert pujols, cuz i think he's on steroids. generally being a ****, because I have no real interest and I'm tired of being talked down to.
i acted like what i thought would turn her off!
She responds back, I get pissed and tell her to stop texting my gf asking why i havent responded and blah blah blah.
Her: I got what i wanted out of it, that's all that really matters.
Me: I'm glad your attitude of "Getting what you want is all that matters" is coming early on in my interactions with you. Thus proving that you are merely another pretty, self-serving face in the crowd.
at least you're efficient. it only took us 14 emails to get to the bottom of this.
she claims she "won"
says i prove her point by not responding
me: why are you still talking to me?
her: you think you're smarter than you are. your looks are what most people probably like about you.
me: (tired of this sh1t)
what a sweetheart. there's more to me than 6'4 male model looks, though.
I am exceedingly smart. Whether you care to agree or not, I don't much care.
I think I'm in love with you ya big seducer, you.
Her: do you want to trade seductive pics?
/Craziness.
what the fvck is this? all it proves is the less reactive, the more you control the frame, the easier sh1t gets.