Hurt

This past weekend was one of my best friend's birthdays. Surprisingly enough, it was two of my besties' parties (one Friday night and one Saturday). Saturday was a blast - went to a hibachi restaurant -- YUM!! Dinner reservations were late for me though (we didn't start eating until 8:30), so I was exhausted! But it was well worth it.

I wanted to start out on a positive note before I delve into the events of Friday night.

To set the stage. Good friend JB's actual birthday was Friday and he had his party that same night. Now JB is getting ready to move out of his current apartment (the roommates already have), so the place is pretty bare and very large. Perfect place for a "house party." I knew about half the people there. There was one girl there that I did not know, TanGirl. She was playing the dumb blond card speaking in that attention seeking whiny voice. While I did not particularly care for this person, it was not my place to judge. I simply did my best to ignore her. There were some other girls that were in attendance who were making their distaste for TanGirl quite obvious. It was rude. But honestly, I cannot blame them. Towards the end of the night, it had died down to about 10ish people. Everyone was sitting around the couches in the living room chatting. JB's little sister was in the back room talking on her cell phone and seemed a little upset so I went back to talk to her.

Upon my re-entrance to the living room (again to set the stage the 9-10 people, about half i know, were all sitting in a circle talking in a group), the following words were exchanged:

TanGirl: Why are you talking shit about me?

Me: excuse me?
TanGirl: said that the short fat chick was talking shit about me
Me: I'm sorry, what?
Other Guy's Name: No I meant the other one
TanGirl: Oh
At this point I walked back into the room to gather my thoughts. As I was walking down the hallway I heard TanGirl say, "well she is the chunkiest one here, what was I supposed to think." At this point I grabbed my bag, said goodbye to the few I knew and went home. I needed to remove myself from the situation. Now I am slightly OK with the fact that the people that I knew in the circle did not say anything. It wasn't their place. What I am hurt and horrified about, is that JB (who was hosting the party, one of my best friends, and friend to TanGirl and the one who invited all of us) did not say anything to her or stand up for me.

I don't know exactly what I was expecting him to do or say. But anything would have sufficed. I would never let my friends speak that way. Especially in front of a group of people. I know people with think what they want. Fine, think it. Say it behind my back. I really don't care. I am 25 years old and yes I am slightly overweight. You don't think I know that? But to call me out on that in front of a roomful of people. I think that's cowardly.

I am a little mad at myself for saying nothing and walking away. I felt like I ran away from the situation instead of diffusing it. Since Friday night I have thought of a million things to say to that girl. Really, a million. I am kind of glad that I just walked away though. At the time I did it out of respect for JB and his party. But now I like to think that I did it out of respect for myself.

Sorry this is such a depressing post. Just has been on my mind. And no I haven't heard from JB yet. I am debating whether or not I should write him an email explaining how hurt and disappointed I am. I may wait until I calm down just a bit more.