Rant: Making Friends Gone Awry
My husband met this guy at work; he’s about 2 years younger than I am. His wife is probably 18 or 19 years old. My husband and his friend set up a date for all four of us to go out and play pool last week. I tend to hate table top games because I am usually so bad at them and people will cream me mercilessly and laugh in my face while they do it. 
It wasn’t so bad. I was bored with the game a bit – because I didn’t know how to play but it was ok. Despite the fact that his wife was fresh out of high school I had a lot in common with her. We both like Manga, drawing, art and Anime.  I could get over the fact that she was still in high school mode, talking about Jocks, Goths, and “Posers.” Her hierarchy kinda bugged me because she was a “poser” herself. 
My husband and the two of them shared a pizza for dinner and I ate spaghetti. We ended up paying for their dinner because we couldn’t split the check. They said, “Oh, it’s ok! We’ll get it next time!” We had another date with them this week. My husband got off work and his friend and his wife were supposed to meet up with us. Well, they wanted to go in my husband’s company car… which is a big no-no. The car is meant for him alone – not even I have the guts to drive in it with him. 
They made out the whole way to our house (40 minutes away from work) in the front seat next to my husband. (wweeeeird for him!) During which time they complained about the heat and how long the drive was… when they didn’t even have to come with him!
I was cleaning up when they came into our house (I wasn’t expecting them)! I was a bit embarrassed but I just kept cleaning. My husband went out with his friend to walk Momo while I kept cleaning and talking to his wife. I told her that I was sorry about the mess – we’re still moving in after all. I wasn’t expecting her to say that it was “It’s ok, it looks better than my house” but more of a “It’s ok, you’re still moving” sorta response. She said, “Yeah, I mean, I thought my house was bad, but yours – oh my gawd.” 
It just set the tone for the night. I wanted to pop her little head off right then and there but I stayed calm. Outside Momo was sniffing some bushes and his friend said. “Now, that’s why I hate dogs! They are so stupid!” If I would have been there I would have been seething. Brad just said, “She’s not stupid! She’s just a dog, dogs sniff.” Moron. Our car was a mess too – we weren’t expecting them to show up. I was near tears because I was already sick of having them with us with all of our dirty things especially with us moving! 
They get into the car and I drive them to the movie theater where we were SUPPOSED to MEET. This place is 5-7 minutes away from their house. I kept wondering WHY they drove to our house with Brad at this point. They made out in our backseat the whole way there. 
Since it’s a kid movie, Brad and I suggested the late showing. From our conversations they don’t sound like they like kids. We don’t either, but we know that if we go to see a children’s movie… there will be children there… boo hoo. They wanted to see the early showing anyway – which guaranteed children there. Oh… they must not mind kids that much either. Not! 
While we are getting our tickets, Miss Priss’ hands are shaking and I’m thinking she is sick or something. Then she says something along the lines of “Homicidal Rage” and “They are only 30-50 lbs, I can chuck them on the ground and dash their brains… etc… (gory details later)…” Apparently the well behaved children in front of us were making her so angry she was shaking. When we got into the theater she was sobbing because she got so angry at these kids? I don’t like other people’s kids if they are bratty. But even if they are brats I never thought of hurting them or killing them much less saying it out loud. She is… crazy! It was like watching Mr. Furious on the movie Mystery Men. It’s sorta funny and sad at the same time.
They owed us a meal from the time before which pretty much added up the price of the movie tickets. The last time we were their personal and designated driver (he was drinking). We had to pick them up and drop them off. We’re driving them around again... Hello dorks! You owe us! The way he talked it was as if he expected us to pay him back for the tickets. And of course because the deal couldn’t be sleazy enough he told us a higher price than they actually were… until he realized he had to give them to us to get in into the theater.
We didn’t give them the money because he didn’t outright ask for it back. During the movie I was so disturbed by how cruddy this night was already that I whispered in Brad’s ear that we should just dump them off at their house and actually spend the rest of the night together… without having Mrs. Furious and the Tightfisted Wonder in our car making out in the backseat all the while trying to figure out more ways of sucking money out of us that we don’t have. 
While we are making our way to the car they are saying things like “Oh look at that wannabe Goth! Haha! What and idiot.” Of course, I’m looking at this poor kid… which if he is a “poser”… he’s doing a darn finer job than these two numbskulls. God, these two brats make me so glad I’m outta high school.
They wanted to stop at the liquor store next door to the theater - which I said “NO!” to that. I didn’t want them to weasel us into buying them dinner to pay them back for taking us to the movie… which was how it was sounding for a while. Little jerks!
They seemed disappointed by not being able to get some liquor for the poor 18 year old… boo hoo! Ask your mama to take you to the store you little runt! I did poke at her a bit though. Miss Prissy is pretty short. Smaller than one of my legal-sized dwarf friends are. I’ll call her a midget and she’ll call me a behemoth or something and we laugh about it because we both know we don’t mean anything by it. I have an aunt that is just as short (she’s not diagnosed or anything) and we generally leave her alone about it only because she isn’t as playful as the rest of the family. I figured this little twerp has been picking on everyone who wore black - surely she can take a little teasing. They were talking about her being petite or something and needing to go to special stores to get her clothes and I looked at Brad and said, “Yeah, she’s a midget, just like (our friend) – she has problems finding clothes too.”
The Prissy girl got all upset about it. Her husband told her, “Oh, its ok honey! I know your two inches taller than being a dwarf.” :fust Since when has being a dwarf been so bad? Besides the fact that she is SHORTER than my dwarf friend! She’s a dwarf! Get over it already! I told her I was sorry I offended her. But I swear to God I couldn’t make my voice sound sincere enough because I wasn’t sorry. I was totally mad at her. She’s a brat and she treated everyone else like dirt that we came across. She was talking about killing the well-behaved kids in front of us for God’s sake.
When we finally (and I emphasize finally) dropped them off I told them thanks for seeing the movie with us. Of course I didn’t sound sincere here either, mostly because they owed us already and were making a big to-do about us not taking them out to dinner or the liquor store.
Brad and I ranted the rest of the night and the next day about what a horrible judge of character we were. Brad still likes his friend and wants to hang with him inside of work and maybe just the two of them together. He just doesn’t want to spend time with his wife anymore because he said he acts differently around her. Hopefully they can still work together.
Oh well. Hopefully next time we’ll find a friend that’s decent. At least the dinner Brad and I had together was decent… and we got some coffee at the book store too. That was nice after all that crud.  |
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| That stinks. Sorry your experiences with them weren't more pleasing. Being that they are younger, I am sure I would have spent the night holding my tongue and just smiling to be nice.
We've never stressed over who paid what because thankfully we have only gone out with people who will either pay their own or we gladly switch off each time we go out (no one counting how much more the time before cost). If we did have friends that "expected" anything, I think we would have trouble going out with them again. |
| Yep, That sounds pretty atrocious. Apparently they haven't made it past the selfish teenager mode into the welcome to adulthood mode... some people never do. You sure you don't want to come up to MN and double date with Mike and I instead? We have several hundred anime DVDs for you to watch, and my house is messy too, and I promise I'd never call Momo stupid, but you can call Pip a big dork if you want... 'cause he is!!!
We need couple friends our own age to have fun with... with my social life is pretty pathetic! |
| Wow! Reading this makes me sooooo happy to be too old to know what a "poser" is. LOL. Old age has its advantages.
We used to have a group of friends that would get together for nice dinners and put everything on one bill. The "moochers" would order drinks, appetizers and expensive entrees' and expect the bill to be split equally between all. We got stuck with an enormous bill ONE time. Never again. No matter how good of friends, everyone pays their own way and no one's feelings get hurt. Hopefully they got the message and your hubby can remain friends with his co-worker and "Miss Priss" will decline further invitations. |
| Sorry they ruined your night out
When we go out with friends, we always place seperate orders. If we do something like pizza, we split the cost in half. Here lately though, we've been alternating going to each other's houses. We'll play cards, games, watch movies, whatever...and the hosts will provide the meal. Then, the next couple will do it and so on... Probably because as we've gotten older, we've all had kids and it's just easier. The kids play together and keep each other company, and we still get to have a night out with friends. That was really rude of her to say that about your house. I'd blame it on immaturity. Geesh - you just got the apartment last week and your work and have your furbabies to take care of. I'd hate for her to come to my house. I'll clean it spotless, and 5 minutes later, the kids come in here and destroy it. Then again, she'd probably kill my kids. Yep, I'd find a new friend too...lol I can understand people not liking kids, but that is taking it way too far to get that emotional/violent about it. |
| All I can say is...OMG
Too bad all of us don't live closer |
| Ew.
That's all I can say. I'm not even voting for immaturity. When I was younger I was polite to people I hardly knew.Very uncalled for. And I am not one for having much patience with people's kids in public places (just ask my husband!) but there are obviously places that are meant for kids and I would think an early showing of a kids' movie would be a place you;d have to suck it up and realize that yes, there will be kids there. And with them not even acting up yet. Crazy girl. I hope you don't have to hang out with them again... |
JakobandBrandonsmom wrote: I'd blame it on immaturity.
I'd blame the entire evening in immaturity. Sadly, you can't blame the girl for being immature, though. She's barely out of high school and she's essentially, "playing" adult. It's probably good she hates kids-- at least she won't be breeding. There's a lot of other things that I would like to say but I think I'd better not as my opinions surely run the risk of offending people so I shall bite my tongue.  |
| I would like to hang out with you guys a lot more hehe. You can call Momo a dork too - or whatever you like haha. She is a total dweeb.
They are probably immature - but lord - I was never that bad in high school. I don't think I met anyone... well... that stupid? Maybe I just hung out with nicer people. Oh - and the only reason I know what "poser" is - is because I had to ask a friend later what the heck that meant. Apparently if some jerk (and only jerks use this word btw way) calls someone a poser is means that they are trying to be someone they're not... even though I think it's a bunch of... It has everything to do with what you wear. Apparently you can't have a bubbly personality and wear all black at the same time. I used to dress all sorts of different ways when I was in high school. I didn't think it mattered what was on the outside - it was what was on the inside that mattered most.
The two of them would have been my worst nightmare in school with their uppity attitudes twoards people. The way they were acting I would almost think they were bullies in high school.
The worst part was - I never wanted to get into the "they owe us" or "we owe them" sort of senerio (you can never break perfectly even). They just "Didn't have the cash to give us" so we had to do it or wash dishes I guess. We didn't think anything of it at the time because we had no reason to doubt they would pick up the bill next time. Another clincher was the fact we had to pick them up and drive them everywhere like we were mama and daddy or something. I actually wouldn't have minded the making out (in the back where we couldn't see) if they didn't have a house and didn't live together. They live together... they can wait to pet on each other at home for goodness sake! I kiss my husband in public... but lord... none of that! The kids thing is what freaked me out the most though. I don't think that had anything to do with immaturity but just utter... utter lack of respect for anyone other than herself. Her stupid husband was just nurturing it by telling her "It's ok, shhhh. You don't have to look at them for much longer." I kept wondering what she expected? There are going to be kids! I would never say that about people's kids - even if I thought it. She insisted on the early show. It's her fault. So cry about it!
If the mother or father heard her I wouldn't have minded if they beat her down or at least tell her off. I would have left them there so they could walk home. No one should threaten someone else's babies. I've had two boys so far tell me they would like to set my cat on fire... and I tore them a new one. I can only imagine what it would be like for a parent to hear some little runty wench saying something about splattering their kid's head on the curb when they weren't doing anything to deserve it. Oh well, not hanging out with them again. I don't think they want us to anyway. We dumped them off at the house and they seemed a bit disapointed in us... Oh well... heh heh heh. |
 I think all you can do is go "Thank the Lord that is over!!!". But it will probably help ya when Brad wants to bring home some more people You know you should have like an application on your front door, like you wanna be friends here fill this out and then we'll go out to dinner Or yu could just trash your house and have them come over again, and be all i just cleaned, we should stay here and play cards.
Shannon |
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