Eavesdropping

I walked home yesterday in front of a girl who was talking loudly on her cell phone. Usually I have headphones with me, so I'd pay no mind and walk my pace. This girl, however, had a rather interesting conversation to drop in on.

Her: I don't know, he's just being weird. He always calls me when I'm busy!

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Her: Yeah! And our hotel was like, in the ghetto. Seriously, it was so sketch.

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Her: I just don't know, it's whatever. I called him and told him what hotel I was at and he told me he was at the Hard Rock across the street. (sarcastically) How convenient!

Few easy things you could tell about this girl from her demeanor:

-She lives in Nova. Southern culture, no southern accent. She also definitely had some money with that coach purse of hers, Blackberry, and designer threads.

-She's a drama queen. Look at how big of a deal is being made out of something that really doesn't matter.

-She wasn't the most attractive girl. Guaranteed she's probably had a couple boyfriends in high school and some hookups here, but men are't lining up to be with her. This is likely why she was making such a big deal over this one particular guy.

-She referred to her hotel as being in the ghetto. Sorry princess, but hotels across the street from a Hard Rock Cafe are nowhere in proximity to the ghetto. Anywhere.

Wake up you fucking idiot, you're getting played. How do you make it this far in life without having the self respect to figure this one out?

It's really not hard. He calls you when he knows you're busy because he doesn't want to hang out with you, but he wants to keep in touch so you two can hook up.

That'll be $20 please.