So I'm on another date with my on-again-off-again girlfriend of two years at CiCi's tonight, and in the line this craaazy girl starts mad dogging her. Okay, whatever, but my date isn't content enough with letting it slide, she has to drop some comment about the other girl's apparently subpar nailjob. Fair enough. A little later, same girl comes by the table and again starts with the mad dogging. This isn't just any glare either, it's of the ****-eyed "go to hell you little b****" variety. My date reciprocates and I'm starting to get a little excited at the prospect of witnessing a catfight. Granted, the other girl had about seven inches and twenty pounds on mine, but my date is a tough cookie and I have no doubt she would've laid a pounding on her. Shortly, the girl's sister comes over to our table and apologizes for her "stupid" behavior. Apparently this is a regular occurence... The girl's family leaves but she stays along with what I'm assuming is her boyfriend (maybe brother). Now I realize that it might be me who's going to have to do the fighting tonight. No biggie, I'd just use it as an opportunity to impress her. Yeah, that's the ticket. Anyway, my imagination starts to run wild on me... What if this guy goes and gets some boys? Luckily, my best friend calls just then. I brief him on the situation so he decides to come up there with another friend just in case. Then our happy little couple leaves, the girl still glaring at both of us. So Ms. Anti calls her a w**** and that's that. Aw. No claws or nails. But even worse, she starts to take her frustrations out on me!!! I simply asked her if she had done anything to provoke this other woman's behavior, and she starts going off on me, appaled that I could even think such a thing. She then starts complaining about my inviting friends on our date. Long story short, friends get there (part of me just wanted them there to show off this girl that is completely out of my league ), and the Nets(the team my lady was going for) loose. Guess my constant raving over Sam Cassell didn't help any as she promptly decides to leave. I walk her out to the car and get nary a word out of her, so being the gentleman, I apologize for the botched evening. So anyway, what should I have done? I mean, I can understand being upset with me for inviting friends, but on the other hand, I'm not going to get jumped on account of her mouth... Eh, women. and sorry, no pics.
Okay, that was your first mistake. C'mon, CiCi's?!?!?! Don't expect all you can eat AND a catfight for only $3.99. Why not both? Sit back, relax, (take pics), grab a few beers, and enjoy the show. Let it play out. Maybe your girlfirend will be fighting for you instead of the other way around. Next time you see them together, make something up like, "You know, she called you a dike slut" or something to that affect. Good luck and cheerio!
For the record, CiCi's was her idea. ROTFLMAO!!! Doubt I'll ever see the two of them together again though, this was just some random crazy b****.
What's her number? Umm... NO! I mean...RED FLAG! RED FLAG! I guess you knew that, what with the on/off thingy. Can't wait to hear about your wedding party.
I assume AntiSonic is in TX, not OK. Anyways, always good to have backup AntiSonic. I've been in many situations where I thought I was on the verge of throwing down to defend a woman or because I was the one the woman was cheating with. It's good to have friends, because the attacking party usually brings along a posse! (based on past experiences)
I heard that b****y women run over men with their car, several times, down there in Texas. Watch your back.
[Elaine is talking to Peterman at her office.] Peterman: Elaine, what did you want to talk me about? Elaine: This. My office. Sam trashed my office. Peterman: Well, I see what's going on in here. I am smack dab in the middle of a good old fashioned cat fight. Elaine: Mr. Petermen, this is not a cat fight. This is violent psychotic behavior directed at me all because are told her to swing her arms. Peterman: Woof! Elaine: Do you mean "reer?" Petermen: Yes, that's the one! Good day Elaine. [Leaves.] Elaine: Oh, no please Mr. Peterman, she's crazy! [Sam walks by and Elaine starts to sing] Crazy for feelings...
George (internally): How am I gonna get out of this? Think Costanza, think! Bonnie: Here we are. George: Hey, do you know, Bonnie, I just had a pretty wild idea. Bonnie: What is it? George: Well I, uh, I'm not sure how you pronounce it or anything, but I, uh, I believe it's Ménage à Trois? Bonnie: What? Just then, Scott enters. Scott: Hi. Bonnie: Scott! Remember what we talked about the other day? George is into it. Scott: Oh really?!
Damn you Manny!!!! DAMN YOU!!! I knew I should have never given that link out. You stole my material!!! Thats ok ...here is some more: Jerry: Did you tell Peterman about this? Elaine: Well, I tried, but he thought it was some sort of cat fight. Kramer: Cat fight? Elaine: Ok, why? Why do guys do this? What is so appealing to men about a cat fight? Kramer: Yeye cat fight! Jerry: Because men think if women are grabbing and clawing at each other there's a chance they might somehow kiss. Kramer: T-t-t-t...
