Mr Media and the skank

Mr Media was out last Saturday with Mr Vanilla :) however that group didn't go round with us, they did their own thing. :( So I had several hours of listening to Mr Argument bang on about his amazing new job (he's a door to door salesman with no minimum wage... how that is an amazing job I'm not sure) while Mr Vanilla, Mr Media and their friends were drinking elsewhere.

"Their friends" include Miss Skank, I knew her from school, and she was never someone I got on with, though never had much of a reason to hate her (still don't really, me calling her skank isn't me being hateful, it's me being a bitch and making a judgement on her). But seriously, she's not a wholesome kind of girl by any means. Her hair is dyed within an inch of her life (and I believe back-combed to get the volume) She's got 'tramp stamps' on various places on her body. I don't usually call tattoos that, but when you have your ex's name scrawled permanently on your arm, it doesn't say "I'm a loving committed person" it says "I'm an idiot". Her eye make-up is so heavy it looks like someone's got a jumbo marker and drawn round her eyes, except a jumbo marker probably would've stayed put better when she started crying rather than the black streaks covering her cheeks.

Why was she crying? Because I upset her? ha, no, I may be bitching right now, but genuinely I have no reason to upset her, and I can be tactful when required. Actually, while her and Mr Media were in the club, she saw her ex (of two years that she split with a couple of weeks ago) kissing "some fat bird" and this upset her... yet she was quite happy to get off with Mr Media. Apparently she and Mr Media almost got in a fight in the club with her ex and she lost a couple of her fake nails. Classy.

Of course they were staying at Mr Argument and Mr Vanilla's place, as was I. AWKWARD. Did not want to sleep in the same room as them, especially as she didn't have a change of clothes so slept in her bra and knickers (He offered her extra layers but of course she refused). I didn't get much sleep as it was, but that was mainly due to stomach cramps induced by too much fizzy drink. I so wish I'd cut my night short.

I'm not angry at her, nor really at Mr Media, more at myself for wasting my time thinking about Mr Media when he's obviously an idiot. Yes, choose the fake skank who's still in love with her ex but will put out quickly rather than the...    ... okay so I'm not exactly a moral authority, but I'm not fake or skanky.

Most important lesson learnt? don't then spend an extra two days thinking you're a failure because some skank has stuff you don't. Instead dress up to the nines, go shopping in painful shoes, get blisters but feel f*cking amazing about yourself, because hey, you've still got it. Even if one guy can't see it, others can.

Have a great week and happy St Patrick's Day. x