High School Drama

Some of my friends have already heard this story...but I wanted to do a blog post so I can remember this for the future.

About two weeks ago a girl added me as a friend on Face Book. No big deal, people add and/or remove friends all the time. Her name didn't look familiar, but I saw that she was mutual friends with a few of my friends. So my thought was "ok, she's just out here adding people". So I accepted her request. For the sake of this blog I'll nickname her "Small".

About a week later Small updated her status to "Going to dinner with my mom and sister at Tampicos". This is my favorite mexican restaurant in P-burg. So I commented on her post, as I would any of my friends posts. Here's what I wrote exactly: "I love Tampicos. I'm so jealous. Enjoy!" Now this seemed like a harmless comment to me. I wasn't making a pass at her, I wasn't asking to go to dinner with her, I was just being friendly.

It wasn't 15 minutes after my comment I received an e-mail from someone I had never met before. For blog purposes, let's call him "Fake", you'll understand why in a minute. Fake's comment to me was "You look gay". He was referring to my profile pic, the one where I had my shirt unbuttoned. My response to him was simply "Are you an expert?". We went back and forth with smart aleck comments. He obviously had something for Small. I was just defending my honor, so to speak. The whole conversation ended when I reported him and got his account closed down.

I then sent a message to Small and told her that some guy called Fake was sending me messages and that he was sick of guys hitting on her all the time. I told her that I was just being friendly and wanted to know what his deal was. She told me that Fake was indeed just that, a fake account. She told me his real name, which I'll call Puss. Puss because who uses a fake account?

So I do my normal ranting and raving on Face Book about how Puss was an idiot. Come to find out that he wasn't even dating Small anymore. It's like he had to mark his territory of something! LOL. Somewhere in the several comments and posts I must have mentioned something about being President at the Eagles.

The next day around 11 am our Facilities Manager calls me and asks if I was expecting anyone at the club. I said no. She said there was 4 guys there looking for me, 1 white guy and 3 black guys. The white guy was driving a silver car. One guess what color of car Puss drives!

So now I really start doing my homework on this puss. This isn't high school anymore, it doesn't matter who has the biggest friends, just who has the most influential. Come to find out that Puss is a substitute teacher. So I make a call to someone that I know that is on the Board of Education. You see, the Eagles sends a lot of money out to schools every year. I told him that we had one of his teachers in our club causing problems and scaring our customers. He said he would take care of it. So good luck finding future employment Puss!

Now in case Puss ever gets to read this, let me say something to him directly. I've seen your pictures, you are nothing for me to worry about. Some of my friends have even worked with you and others know who you are. So I get why you think you need 3 extra guys to help you win a fight...but this isn't high school anymore. We live in the big world now! You're 33, it's time to grow up! However, you feel free to find me one-on-one anytime you want and then you and I can settle whatever problems you think we have. It's obvious you need a lesson in how the real world works. End of message!

Ok...enough of all of this. Hope all is well with each of you (except Puss, LOL).

Talk with you later