19 February 2007

Like, Totally, I'm Not Fourteen

Yesterday afternoon, I was invited to attend a Tastefully Simple party at the home of Jason's boss. His wife, Terri was hosting the party along with her neighbor, Tilly Lou. Several of the women in attendance were wives of my husband's co-workers, so I knew everyone except Tilly Lou.

You know when you meet someone for the first time and you just know that you are NOT going to like them, well this is exactly how I felt when Tilly Lou arrived. The way she dominated the conversation when she arrived just rubbed me the wrong way. She came into Terri's house telling everyone how she and her husband had almost bought this house, but the house down the street was so much better. Her house had a pool. Her house had better views. Her house had...who knows what else, I stopped listening. Tilly Lou started introducing herself to everyone, but skipped over me when doing her introductions. Since she didn't stop her incessant chattering long enough to breathe, I didn't get a chance to introduce myself to her.

This is where it gets weird. She finally notices me and asks the woman next to me, Shawna, if I'm her daughter. Shawna has a FOURTEEN-year-old daughter. Laughing, Shawna said "I'm not THAT old." I let Tilly Lou know that I'm almost 32. Also, there's the somewhat noticeable fact that I'M PREGNANT!!! I know I look young and I'm certainly not complaining about that, but, uh, I don't look like a pregnant teenager!! Tilly Lou replied, "well, you don't sound like a teenager, that's good." Trying to be funny and possibly a smidge sassy, I said, "like, oh my gawd, like thanks, and stuff." I guess this was the wrong move.

Tilly Lou doesn't like me now (boo hoo). It was blatantly obvious for the rest of the party. She offered to get everyone drinks, except for me. She offered everyone refills, except for me. She gave everyone seconds of the cake, except for me. Did I mention that I'm pregnant, you don't deprive a pregnant girl of CAKE!! When it came time to leave, she personally went to everyone and told them how nice it was to meet them. When she got to me, she said, "And what was your name again?"

I guess I didn't make a new friend yesterday. Tilly Lou and I aren't going to BEST FRIENDS FOREVER. I just have to laugh. Maybe I should keep my sassy self in check, but it's so hard when you're compared to a fourteen-year-old...the sassiest group on the planet!!!

***I changed the names of the gals in this post seeing as they probably don't know about my blogging addiction and may not wish to be a part of it.

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Heather said...

Whoa. Is this woman southern? From her behavior, I have to wonder. Because, even if you don't like someone, a southern hostess is never so rude as to not offer food and drink. We wait until you leave the party to say ugly things about you. Bwahahahaha! But I think this woman's actions offends all regional guidelines of hostess behavior. I guess she spent too much money on that fancier house and can't afford herself a Mrs. Manners etiquette book, huh?

Jennifer said...

Actually, Tilly Lou is the organizer of Welcome Friends in this area. She contacted me when I first moved here and she struck me as rude then.

Aldara said...

Oh my gosh! That was horrible. I know how you feel though, about looking young lol! When I was pregnant with Warren...I was 23...David and I were at Walmart. I was looking at a Cosmo magazine minding my own business when I noticed some guy staring at me. He kept walking around me and was freaking me out. David had walked away so I was by myself. He walked up to me and handed me a "You need to be Saved" booklet. He thought I was a pregnant 14 year old teenager. I know I look really young...but all I wanted to do was yell..." give me a break, I am married and have a college degree" LOL I am sorry that happened to you!

Anonymous said...

Well, I've known you since you WERE a teenager - even before - and let me say that Tilly Lou is missing out on knowing a FANTASTIC woman! And, as you probably know, the frosty treatment means only one thing ... jealousy. I'm sure she was a whale when pregnant.

Anonymous said...

I didn't like Tillie Lou the very first moment I read her name! She IS missing out and I'm sorry that you had to encounter her. I would have loved to see her face when you gave your teenage response to her. Just reading it made me giggle a little out loud!