Amity
Attention Span of a Gnat
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Coming into this discussion as a friend of a friend of a friend....
My girlfriend would sometimes bring her girlfriend with her when my girlfriend and me would schedule a day out, shopping or movie or lunch.
I'll call my girlfriend's friend, Bee.
After the fifth or sixth time spending an afternoon or evening with Bee, I finally told my girlfriend if she had Bee in tow, don't bother coming to my house.
I hated like heck to be so rude as I'm usually a nice guy...errr, gal.
But I just couldn't take it anymore!
Everything out of Bee's mouth was "Paj this and Paj that".
Bee has three other kids. Three daughters and a son, total. You would think she was the mother of an only child to hear her talk...and believe me, that woman could talk!!!!
I don't care how many times or ways I tried changing the subject to ask my girlfriend how her kids were doing or how her job was or how her remodel was coming along that Bee would jump right in and the subject would be changed and about her little pricess and the "paj world".
By the second lunch date I knew the names of everyone who was competing at the next "Paj", who was who, who was trash, who was sleeping with who (or is it whom?) to get their child more points, The back stabbing, the threats, the underhanded dealings, OMG, it was a soap opera if you believed everything Bee was talking about...what a shame if this is what the pageant world is really like.
And Gawd forbid someone even mention the word "Picture" or "Photo". In less that 3 seconds flat Bee had out BOTH her mini, purse-sized photo albums. Not of her and her family, just of her and her pageant daughter....pages and pages of photos. Close-ups of not only the crowns but the banners...really really close-up shots of the dang banners!
I asked my girlfriend if she had met any of the other pageant mothers and she had met a couple of them and said they were pretty much the same as Bee.
I asked my girlfriend why she tolerated Bee and she laughed and said because Bee was like stink on chit, really hard to shake loose. LOL
My girlfriend would sometimes bring her girlfriend with her when my girlfriend and me would schedule a day out, shopping or movie or lunch.
I'll call my girlfriend's friend, Bee.
After the fifth or sixth time spending an afternoon or evening with Bee, I finally told my girlfriend if she had Bee in tow, don't bother coming to my house.
I hated like heck to be so rude as I'm usually a nice guy...errr, gal.
But I just couldn't take it anymore!
Everything out of Bee's mouth was "Paj this and Paj that".
Bee has three other kids. Three daughters and a son, total. You would think she was the mother of an only child to hear her talk...and believe me, that woman could talk!!!!
I don't care how many times or ways I tried changing the subject to ask my girlfriend how her kids were doing or how her job was or how her remodel was coming along that Bee would jump right in and the subject would be changed and about her little pricess and the "paj world".
By the second lunch date I knew the names of everyone who was competing at the next "Paj", who was who, who was trash, who was sleeping with who (or is it whom?) to get their child more points, The back stabbing, the threats, the underhanded dealings, OMG, it was a soap opera if you believed everything Bee was talking about...what a shame if this is what the pageant world is really like.
And Gawd forbid someone even mention the word "Picture" or "Photo". In less that 3 seconds flat Bee had out BOTH her mini, purse-sized photo albums. Not of her and her family, just of her and her pageant daughter....pages and pages of photos. Close-ups of not only the crowns but the banners...really really close-up shots of the dang banners!
I asked my girlfriend if she had met any of the other pageant mothers and she had met a couple of them and said they were pretty much the same as Bee.
I asked my girlfriend why she tolerated Bee and she laughed and said because Bee was like stink on chit, really hard to shake loose. LOL