It goes, “Ey stranger. Long time. Do you remember who i am and what i look like or do you enjoy deliberately ignoring someone when their (her spelling) literally sitting behind you at Caprice“

Weird. She starts off semi-normal, and then seems to get a bit of a wobbly towards the end. I get a lot of this crap I am surprised I rose to to it. So I go, “And you honestly believe I purposefully ignored you? Christ Sarah.” (the lady in question’s name has been changed, to protect her identity. Let alone her pride ).

So she goes, “Then why did ya?”

Oh, God, HERE we go… I wasn’t in the mood for another person honestly believing that I purposefully ignored them. I mean, who does that? Who would invite this behaviour?

I foolishly replied, “Well I obviously didn’t fucking see you Sarah. Jesus.”

You know worms, that you get in a can?

Ja, well fucking open one.

 

The “after” shot

 

This was what she threw back : “Get defensive get angry seth seriously no need. It was mayb 3 weeks ago and i was LITERALLY sitting behind your chair at tables outside in front and i walked past your table about 6 times.”

Oh my God, she walked past my table six times. OH MY GOD! Call the fucking flying squad.

What difference does it make, Sarah? With the common knowledge that over 80% of all chicks are psycho (case in point), do you honestly think I would risk the 20% by purposefully ignoring you? With this BULLSHIT to deal with, as a result? There is like one a week. I really thought you were cooler than that? God, what a fucking let down.

You’ll be disappointed in me, but I replied again. “Ok cool. Whatever. People just don’t openly ignore people, Sarah. It just doesn’t happen. Don’t be so insecure. YOU should have said hi then. For goodness sake.”

It was then that I contemplated that fact that she could, very possibly, be drinking heavily – given that it was 12h10 on a Friday, in Cape Town.

She kept firing, full tilt : “Agh get off your high horse already it was more than obvious you saw me. Who cares. Thanks for the apology.”

OH MY GOOD LORD

Did you enjoy her use of the word “Agh?”

WHAT, exactly, are we dealing with here?

I consulted some of the coolest people in Cape Town and we unanimously agreed that the subject was a complete and utter nutcase, and silence would be the only answer at this juncture. That, and the very small chance that I was being Punk’d.

I left it.

3 minutes went by..

BEEP BEEP….. BEEP BEEP. A new text message… Come in, psycho.

On queue, she dived into forbidden two-in-a-row territory : “Seems you’ve become more of an arrogant prick over time, Goodluck with that.”

And that, my friends, is what we’re dealing with. And it’s not the first time. And just like people that get angry when you don’t remember their names, WHY WOULD I POSSIBLY WANT TO PUT MYSELF IN THIS POSITION? When people get angry with name misplacement, I can only ask the question, “when exactly did we share a special moment that should demand that I remember your name? When EXACTLY did you give me this INCREDIBLE blow job?”

Ok, the lady in question did give great head, so you can’t really compare the two. But the question remains, “Do you REALLY think I would welcome this psychotic behaviour into my life?”

Think, angel. Just fucking THINK about it!

God, this type of behaviour really just ruins it for the other 21 year old rat bags out there.

 

Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com

 

ps. whilst writing this article, at around 22h00, a third-in-a-row sms came through from Sarah. It read, “That you think you are are most not”

Huh?

Un be lievable!

Jesus, I THINK I know a little girl who needs a little lie down..