The weekend was pretty uneventful. I did my laundry, tried to lay out (thanks, Chicago, for having shitty weather), cleaned, worked out, read, and organized my nail polish. On Sunday morning, Kendra and I went to brunch then loitered in Nordy’s for a few hours. I didn’t buy anything except a totally necessary Kate Spade iPad case and another bottle of Prada Candy.
On Monday morning, I ran into a college classmate while I was picking up my lunch at a deli on my way to work. I haven’t seen him since we graduated and I had no idea he even moved to Chicago so we stood there catching up for awhile. We are going to try to grab drinks soon. I don’t get to see my friends from college much these days so it will be nice to be able to hang out with him.
When I got to the office, Whitney and Amanda were huddled in the lobby of our building. It appeared that Whitney was consoling Amanda, whose face was partly covered by her hair but clearly red. Interesting.
BJ was waiting with my morning chai when I got to my office.
“Morning,” I greeted him. “I just saw your girlfriend. She seemed upset.”
BJ followed me into my office. “She’s not my girlfriend. She’s fucking insane.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
“First she got us matching t-shirts made which is weird because we aren’t even in a relationship. And then her parents were in town over the weekend and she wanted me to meet them. When I told her no, she started bawling,” he explained.
Classic behavior of a girl who gets attached after intercourse. “Maybe you shouldn’t have had sex with her if you weren’t interested in a relationship. She probably thinks you led her on,” I said.
“That’s the thing – we didn’t have sex. We went on one date and just fooled around and stuff. I don’t know why she went crazy.”
I actually felt bad for the girl. No one wants to feel rejected like that (been there). And you can’t help it if you’re a clingy psychopath. Poor Amanda.
I got a text message from Whitney a few minutes later. “I’ll explain later, but something happened over the weekend and Amanda and BJ need to be kept far away from each other. We will be blogging from the Internet cafe until 2:00.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course Whitney had to pretend to be all in the know about everything.
By lunchtime everyone had heard the story and BJ was enjoying telling it. I sent him and Ryan out of the office to network when Whitney and Amanda were due to arrive back so the confrontation could be avoided. And I was pretty proud of myself for not fueling the fire because I definitely wanted to see that altercation go down.
As I was leaving for the day, I ran into Whitney and we headed to the subway stop together.
“Sorry about earlier. Apparently Amanda and BJ were dating and had a falling out over the weekend,” she explained.
“Yeah, but I’m not sure they were actually ‘dating.’ I think she thought it was more than it was,” I clarified.
“I think she thinks BJ led her on and was a total jerk when she asked where they stood,” Whitney said.
“I think she was coming on too strong and kind of scared BJ away. They’re only here for the summer and he probably wasn’t looking for a relationship,” I said.
“Well BJ should have told her that upfront,” Whitney said curtly.
I realized that we were bickering about two twenty one year old interns and I have much bigger things in life to worry about.
“Maybe. But neither of us really knows what happened so….”
“God, that BJ kid is such a douche,” Whitney went on. “He planned on sleeping with her and then kicking her to the curb. What an asshole.”
“You don’t know that,” I said defensively.
“But I know the type of guy he is. He crosses girls off a list like they’re groceries. He’s disgusting.”
Even though she may have been right, it was not fair for her to make accusations about BJ like that. I’m pretty sure they’ve never even had a conversation.
“I don’t think it’s fair for you to call him disgusting when you don’t even know him. Don’t make hasty generalizations because you’ve dealt with guys like that,” I said.
Whitney gave me a weird look. “Uh okay, Reese. See you tomorrow.”
She put her headphones in so we didn’t have to speak anymore.