Is it ever okay to engage in a girl fight? I have been questioning that all day after the adventure I had last night that involved me getting drawn into a verbal altercation with a trash-talking, teeny-bopper girl and subsequently getting escorted out by management. How embarrassing is that? Seriously, who gets escorted out of a bar? Obviously, I do.
I tend to patron the bars that haven't been infiltrated with the 21 year old college girls whose sole purpose in drinking is to get wasted and act ridiculous. The planned meeting was intended to be a celebratory gathering to officially congratulate my sorority sister's amazing new job offer that she worked her butt off to land. And since I had to be in the office at 730 come Friday morning, the date was planned to be a short get together for a few drinks before retreating home to catch a good nights sleep. That didn't happen.
Nat and I were hanging out by the bar engaged in conversation when this girl began running her mouth next to me. Nothing irritates me more than girls who find the need to vocalize their own insecurities by bashing others. Did this girl really find it necessary to devote her thirty minute conversation to my outfit selection? No. This is where I will accept a little of the blame for what follows. I could have taken the high road, walked away, and avoided the whole situation and normally, that would have been the preferred protocol. Instead, I turned around and engaged in conversation with the shit talker. I must note that the tone I had applied to my questions and responses was one of condescendence and mockery (which she quickly picked up on). After I sarcastically complimented her on her paring of a bedazzled blazer, blue jean skirt and hot pink leggings, she realized I had officially put up my subtle boxing gloves. Pink leggings (my appointed nickname for the girl) then started getting in my face threatening physical violence. Considering I had about 20 pounds on the girl, I wasn't at all concerned over my safety. I pegged her the moment I heard her talking crap about my friend and I. Pink leggings was one of those girls who runs her mouth because deep down she knows that girls are often to afraid or hesitant to speak up for themselves for fear of being judged as trashy. I didn't think I was acting trashy by making it obvious to this little girl that I didn't appreciate her attitude. And when she started bouncing around me like a cracked out monkey, I again, knew that deep down she had already realized that I would never get physical, only fueling her need to appear to have the upper hand by asking me to hit to her. (I seriously felt as though I was having an out of body experience because I've only seen girls behave like that in the movies). After she and I butted heads for about 5 minutes, the bouncer swooped in and asked Nat and I to leave. I was a little pissed considering she was the one threatening physical violence on me, but I understand the bouncers awareness that the girl was a little crazy and would probably not leave without a fight. I walked to my car in shame as I had just done what I have always believed to be so tacky; I caused a scene at a bar. My attitude changed when I woke up this morning. I saw my reaction as my being a vocal, independent woman who is willing to stick up for herself. And secretly, deep down I do kind of wish I had gotten in one good punch (the animalistic nature in me). That would have really put that annoying little thing in her place.
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