11-06-2012, 12:04 AM
Kart racing was fun. My friend is Russian, as are all of his friends. The interesting part was that one brought his girlfriend, and she was not racing. She was a 4 in my opinion, because she's SUPER slender: way too slender for my taste. Her face was cute and she had long hair, but she was also an attention fiend. She wore super tall heels, a very short skirt, and a tight top. None of these are bad, or negatives: It was the why she was wearing them that bugged me.
She craved attention. She's joined her boyfriend on a guys' outing, and she wanted our attention. She'd make eyes at one of us, then cling to BF's arm, or kiss him, or snuggle up against him. It was weird. Then, after racing, we went to a coffee shop, and she started making out with him. At first, I tugged on some of her hair to be less-than-subtle about my disapproval, but she ignored it. I stepped it up a notch by grabbing a newspaper off the table, and rolling it up. She understood: I was going to beat her with it if she started attention whoring again.
At this point, the group broke up, and the couple went home. The remaining four of us walked around outside, making conversation. There was consensus that she was being rude, and one guy said he'd speak up next time. I'm not sure that will be needed: she seemed to get the hint when I rolled up the paper. We'll see, because I'm definitely going kart racing again, and I'm not dealing with attention whoring.
She craved attention. She's joined her boyfriend on a guys' outing, and she wanted our attention. She'd make eyes at one of us, then cling to BF's arm, or kiss him, or snuggle up against him. It was weird. Then, after racing, we went to a coffee shop, and she started making out with him. At first, I tugged on some of her hair to be less-than-subtle about my disapproval, but she ignored it. I stepped it up a notch by grabbing a newspaper off the table, and rolling it up. She understood: I was going to beat her with it if she started attention whoring again.
At this point, the group broke up, and the couple went home. The remaining four of us walked around outside, making conversation. There was consensus that she was being rude, and one guy said he'd speak up next time. I'm not sure that will be needed: she seemed to get the hint when I rolled up the paper. We'll see, because I'm definitely going kart racing again, and I'm not dealing with attention whoring.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway