My teacher FBd me that I’m doing really well in dance.
Why do I instantly think “hmmmm this clearly must be a ploy for me to buy more dance classes?”
Clearly this is residual feelings from being the funny looking girl who was always wondering “why do you want me to be your friend? I’m Asian but I’m not good at math so I can’t tutor you.”
What the hell are you talking about? I wanted you to be my friend because I always thought you were cool as f*&%. Still do.
Ahem. Who was a cheerleader and who was in ROTC?
And weren’t we both speech/drama nerds in junior high? Don’t we both have a love of dance? And didn’t we see a-ha together? Yes, my friend, we were (are) equally cool — and lame.