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I was out supporting G—— in a trunk show at the downtown Martini Ranch. After I’d help her load up her gear, we stopped back inside to grab a drink before leaving. She was headed out to House of Blues with a friend for a show, and I was trekking back down to PB to meet up with some friends. While she stepped out to meet up with her friend, I wrangled a spot at the bar to order drinks.

It was busy, but not crowded, and there really wasn’t an excuse for the very large girl next to me to keep bumping into me and grinding her XXL behind up against me. I kept trying to back up, sliding further and further down the bar, until her friend catches my arm and initiates drunken introductions.

“Whew!” she exclaims, shaking her body to the dance remixes of otherwise good songs “What’s your name?”

“Barclay, nice to meet you.”

“I’m [some name I already forgot]. This is [some other name I also forgot]. What are you doing here all alone?”

“Actually, I’m here with someone, but she’s out front right now.”

The large girls shoots a disproving look to the doorway. “Not the girl in the white boots?”

“Yeah, the girl in the white boots.”

She scrunches her eyebrows up and spits out something I assume was supposed to be a compliment to me. “Hmmf. You can do so much better than her.”

Wow, that was incredibly rude. I give the Mean Large Lady an exaggerated once-over with my eyes and blurt out an “Uh, yeah, right.”

Shit, now I was completely rude. Dammit, should’ve just let that slide. Since the Mean Large Lady and G—— don’t know each other, I can only assume she was her on her looks. To be fair to G——, I think she’s hot:

Man, I’m glad I’m not a girl. I’d hate to deal with that sort of shit on a regular basis.