The campus belle dressed herself to the nines to meet him, but he turned around and nestled his face in the crook of my neck. He looked utterly wronged. "Honey, don't I look handsome today? Why do you keep looking at her?"
A catty coworker deliberately wore the same outfit as me. In her syrupy voice, she said, "How old are you now, sis, and you're still dressing so girlishly? It's not appropriate."
They were all stunned when he turned to me and complained. "Honey, the world is so scary. They all want my body."
Me: Impressive.
Take the catty girls' tricks and leave them nowhere to go.
In my junior year, to get my parents off my back, I agreed to meet a guy they'd set me up with. He was the grandson of one of my grandfather's friends...
