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So, there's this fat, hideously, HIDEOUSLY ugly girl in two of my dance classes. She started following me around near the beginning of the semester, but I'd always just avoid eye contact and she pretty much just shadowed me. It's been fairly creepy, but there's nothing else I can really do.
Yesterday, my salsa partner dropped the class, so I was going to be forced to drop as well if I didn't get a new one. UNFORTUNATELY, every girl was already taken. Except one...
And this one, comes up to me and asks me to be her partner. What was I to do? There are a lot of HBs in that class, and I genuinely enjoy it. So what if she's the fugliest warpig I've ever seen, right? I said yes...thinking that I might be able to find the inner beauty in this one.
Let me give a short physical description: She's got a portly face that's broken out in acne, she has thick braces on, a stomach that sticks out as though she were 11 months pregnant, walks around hunch backed, and gives the creepiest stare you've ever seen before.
Oh ye GODS! Just got a huge mental picture...ughh..
So it's around this time, I find out that not only does she not know how to dance, she gets angry when I attempt to lead her. Even though it's salsa...and she basically just moves off-beat.
But there MUST be some redeeming quality about her, right...?!
So we break off into groups to dance, and she keeps telling me awkward stories that shouldn't be mentioned to someone you've just met. Or ever.
(completely unprompted)
WP: "When I was like, just born...my mom had to have a c-section."
Tech: "Uh... That, uh...sucks."
WP: "I came out butt first. Out of her vagina. Butt first. That's why she had to have a c-section."
Tech: (I am literally SPEECHLESS. What...the...FUCK?)...
WP: (stares)
It was about this time, that class ended. She kept trying to follow me out, but I told her that I had to run. And then ran.
But this morning, I went into my ballet class. There are many, many lovely ladies in this class. I proceed to talk to one that's been giving me IoI's this morning. It's going very well. Until the fat warpig rolls up behind us, barging into the conversation.
WP: "TECH, do you...do you have a...special lady in your life?"
Now, I didn't want to tell her I had a girlfriend because I was talking to a cute HB and didn't want the HB to get the wrong idea. I'm not sure if their thinking you have a girlfriend or not would actually factor in at all, but I decided to play it on the safe side.
Tech: "I have lots of special ladies in my life. My mom, of course. And my sisters. They're very special to me."
Unfotunately, this fails me. With a PH. Phails.
WP: "NO, I MEAN LIKE...Do you have...a GIRLFRIEND?"
(she was enunciating extremely awkwardly...oh god, just remembering it now is creeping me out.)
Tech: (looks over at HB, then back at WP) "Yes. Yes I do."
WP: "Aw..."
I just kind of kept looking at the HB awkwardly, cracking an awkward smile.
Tech: (to HB) "Heh...uh, no comment."
I talked to several other HBs in the class after this, and they were all shooting me IoIs. UNTIL THAT WARPIG ROLLED UP AGAIN.
She followed me around the class, literally the entirety of it. It was very awkward. Have I mentioned that yet?
As I was leaving class, she followed me out the door.
WP: "Wait, TECH! Can I come with you??"
Tech: "I REALLY have to go."
WP: "I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING."
Tech: (looking around awkwardly) "Uh...what...what is...it...?"
WP: "I THINK WE SHOULD JUST BE FRIENDS!"
Tech: "Oh, God."
WP: "We should JUST BE FRIENDS."
Tech: "Yeah. Okay. I gotta go."
I walked at a fairly brisk pace down the sidewalk, without even stopping to put on my shoes until I was a good distance away.
In a hip hop class I had later on in the day, taught by the same guy who teaches the salsa class, I asked him how he managed to dance with someone that bugged him without losing his mind.
Teacher: "Oh, I did lose my mind. Every night. But it was my job to do it. Why, are you having problems with your partner?"
Tech: "Well, it's this one girl...she's uh...really, really socially awkard..."
Teacher: "Oh, this one girl? (describes her)"
Tech: "Yeah, that's her!"
Teacher: "I understand. It might be difficult if you're not used to working with those with special needs."
Tech: "...I had a feeling about the 'special needs,' part."
So, yeah. It turns out that she's not just super socially awkward. She's partially retarded.
I don't mean to dis the disabled (no pun intended...okay, pun intended), but she's seriously creeping me out. Throwing off my game, BIG TIME. I don't think I can deal with someone like this without outright telling her to fuck off at some point.
I already know what would likely happen in a situation like that. She would most likely storm out of class crying and making a scene. And then I'd be the douchebag that told a retarded girl to f-off.
COME ON. THIS IS SO NOT FAIR.
She's already told me about everyone else in the class that's ever been remotely mean to her. I'm sure I'll get the same treatment.
But, NO! There HAS to be some way to GRACEFULLY diffuse this situation...right!?!??
Okay guys, I have a VERY delicate situation on my palms. I'm trying to think of a way to phrase this as to not sound like a cold hearted monster...
