There was a girl I went to school with. She was just always b*tchy and rude to me. It was weird because I truly never wanted anything to do with her. Wasn’t my type, I never tried to talk to her outside of an “excuse me” if I walked by. Luck of the draw though, in high school we frequently had classes together and since our last names were close we tended to sit near each other. My high school sweet heart disliked her too. As she got older, she just got b*tchier.
So fast forward about 4 years after graduation. I go to the local gentlemen’s club with a group of my high school era buddies and low and behold….who’s on stage. Miss b*tchy working the pole poorly. I felt a twinge of compassion that she had to do this kind of work, actually it was more that she was clearly on the lower end of the scale of the girls present and not making much money. All four of us recognized her and we all remembered her. My one friend, the clear @sshoe, of the group, made sure to get a lap dance with her. He claimed he talked to her about what a b*tch she was in high school during the dance, but he’s known for telling tales.
The next day I called my high school girlfriend who was now just a good friend and told her who we saw. She said she would have to see for herself and went there a week later with her current guy. She said that the girl recognized her and tried to be all nice and act like they were old friends. My ex just played along.
Not sure what became of her, but I can’t imagine much.
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