So, I’ve never been the type of girl who had “girlfriends” I have one best friend that lives miles away and I haven’t seen in months.
Recently, I’ve become obsessed with gaining entrance into this secret life of parties and luncheons and shopping and dishing on one night stands.
I attend a Paul Mitchell school for Esthetics, I am constantly surrounded by beautiful and bitchy girls all day. I decided when I ventured into this new career endeavor, that, for once in my life, I would attempt to make “girlfriends” I tried my hardest, going to lunch with them, practically inviting myself, offering to drive, etc.
So the day that I knew would come, came. The day one of the girls had a party at her house and started dishing out invites. I got an invite….of sorts.
Ladies and gentlemen I present to you a lesson in the dreaded Pity Invite, you know the one. Observe the conversation between the three girls I hang out with and me while sitting at a table eating lunch one day:
Janeen: Margaux, Danielle, you guys are just like me!
Danielle: *giggle* Yeah!
Margaux: That’s hella awesome!
Me: *crunching on a tortilla strip*
Janeen: So I’m having a huge party at my house this Saturday, you guys have to come and spend the night! That would be so much fun!
All of us [me stupidly thinking she's talking to me as well, I mean, I only drove them to the restaurant and am sitting at the same table as them]: That would be so fun! Omg!
Janeen: Oh, and Shelby (looking me up and down) you can come, I mean…if you really want to, but you don’t really know where I live [keep in mind, neither margaux or danielle have ever been to her house before either]
Me: *more tortilla chip crunching* It’s cool, I think something just came up
Them back to their mindless chatter.
End Scene.
*Sigh* It’s back to eating lunch alone, eating cherry poptarts from the vending machine.
I’ve always had “friend repellent” as I like to call it. I’ve never been very good at making friends, as hard as I try, I don’t know what it is. In highschool it was fine, but now I feel like I need someone to go out with, to express myself to, to go to lunch with.
As much as I love my boyfriend, Lance, I want to have girl’s night when he has his guy’s night. I want bridesmaids goddammit!
-shelby out
