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azurelunatic) wrote2013-10-03 03:05 am
azurelunatic) wrote2013-10-03 03:05 am
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the return of the 6th grade
It was a Wednesday, so I ducked out for a few minutes into one of the phone rooms and made a call.
The BFF was hanging out with some friends, so we were brief.
"HI DARKSIDE'S GIRLFRIEND!" shouted the peanut gallery.
"He just calls you that for some reason."
"I'm not his girlfriend!" I called back.
There was hilarity from the room. Giggling. Giggling like sixth-graders trying to do the mash-faces-together thing with their friends, the way you do with action figures.
"I am your friend," I mused. "And technically I'm a girl some of the time. But I'm still not your girlfriend." It is a reasonable mistake to make. I guess we keep in contact well enough that I'm a viable presence to people I've never been introduced to.
The BFF was hanging out with some friends, so we were brief.
"HI DARKSIDE'S GIRLFRIEND!" shouted the peanut gallery.
"He just calls you that for some reason."
"I'm not his girlfriend!" I called back.
There was hilarity from the room. Giggling. Giggling like sixth-graders trying to do the mash-faces-together thing with their friends, the way you do with action figures.
"I am your friend," I mused. "And technically I'm a girl some of the time. But I'm still not your girlfriend." It is a reasonable mistake to make. I guess we keep in contact well enough that I'm a viable presence to people I've never been introduced to.