prized tact
I’m sociable. I’m can also be a terrible person to know.
Last Friday saw me slipping into a classic asshole mode, or jerk if you will, when I presented myself in an uncalled, terrible fashion. One of the biggest boo boos in my socialite-wannabe lifestyle.
I was at this new swanky club in town. The place was sleek and gorgeous people brimmed over. I chanced upon one of my best buddy’s gal pal and she was pleasantly surprise to see me, shredding every inch of aloofness I had previously perceived. It took me a while to warm up to her as we engaged in a hearty banter. I will soon find out it’s not how mammalian i am that I should be worried about, it’s how fuckingly inhumane I can be.
Her colleague pops by and was introduced. He ask how we came to know one another, and without much deliberation i used the first word that came into mind. As soon as the word “acquaintance” left my mouth, I hear her say, “We are friends”. Much to the colleague’s amusement, he said, ” Woah, someone’s not good enough to be a friend?”
Almost immediately, I considered jumping off the two-storey balcony we were standing on, but hesitated as that wouldn’t have killed me and in fact, add more injury to my battered dignity. I must have fumbled so badly afterwards trying to rectify the situation by explaining myself that I completely lost memory of the night thereafter.
Fortunately, there was no harm done. She must have forgiven my lack of tact and invited me to join her when Goldie comes to town. *phew* all is not lost! meanwhile let me work on my p.r. skills…
