Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts
Showing posts with label halloween. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Creepy Dave.

Yo, AJ:

     My boyfriend wants me to go with him to his best friend's Halloween party. I really don’t like his friend. He’s loud, obnoxious, and makes me uncomfortable. He has this tendency to make inappropriate comments about my body. I’ve already talked to my boyfriend about it (a few times) and he just says, “David’s just joking, he doesn’t mean anything by it.” Joking or not, it’s not okay. How do I get out of this damn party?
                                                                                                             Vexed Vixen

Ay, Vexed Vixen:

     It’s fucking ridiculous that your boyfriend downplayed your concerns. If it’s happened on more than one occasion and it bothered you enough for you to have brought it up repeatedly, he should be punched in the crotch for not taking it seriously. Have you asked the friend to stop? I’m not sure if by "inappropriate comments" you mean sexual or insulting (or both). But either way, tell the ass to stop. You could just make up an excuse to get out of the party. Say you have to wash your friend's hair or you need to read the dictionary or something. I, personally, would tell the truth. That this David person is a pig and that your boyfriend is an idiot for not making an attempt to stop it. His ass might need dumping… Ew. Let me rephrase. You might need to break up with his dumb self. It’s so not okay that you’ve told him you’re uncomfortable and he still asks you to hang around with Creepy Dave. Please be sure to refer to Creepy Dave as Creepy Dave always from now on.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Sitcom Girl.

Yo, AJ:

     A few days ago I promised my best friend I’d be his date to the Halloween Dance. But then, today, this guy that I’m really into asked me if I’d go with him. I was so excited I agreed without thinking about my friend at all. Now I don’t know how to tell my friend I can’t go with him. What do you think I should do?
        
                                                                                                    Double-Booked.

Ay, DB:

     Are you writing to me from a sitcom in the ’90s? Obviously not. If you were, you’d know that the right thing to do is go with your friend. He’s probably the guy you’re supposed to end up with anyway (Also, I don’t care how excited you were, how the hell did you forget about your friend?). If you go to the dance with your crush he’ll probably fuck things up somehow. He’ll grope your chest. Or get drunk off the punch and mess around with some other girl in his backseat. Or he might even sneak off under the bleachers and have a heavy make out session with your brother and then tell everyone at the dance that you’re a terrible kisser that couldn’t keep his interest and that’s why he ditched you… not that I’d know anything about that. But anyway, if you’d really rather go with dead-end guy, just tell your friend that you’re a selfish bitch that has to have her way… no judgment… If you’re going to cancel on your friend be sure to find another date for him.