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Picture this: I'm being all nice and mingly at the giant Emory grad school mixer over the weekend. I happen to be talking to several fellows in the business school (one of whom is this beautiful Cypriot man who is so gorgeous I have trouble making eye contact with him) and we all seem to hit it off, so when it's time to leave beautiful Cypriot man asks for my number (yes I died a little) in case we decide to go to this bar they plan to hit up. Of course we do, but as soon as I get there, while hottie pottati is getting me a drink, this chick sidles up to me and starts warning me about "those business school guys."
Mind you, I have never seen nor spoken to this girl before tonight; though apparently she also is a first year public health student. Biddy proceeds to tell me how business school guys are really nice but be careful, they are players who will screw you over. I play along, nodding my head, looking appropriately serious/concerned, and even throw in the ole "thanks for warning me, I will definitely keep that in mind." But all the while I'm thinking "who the hell are you to be telling me this?!" Gut feeling tells me that she isn't doing this out of the concern of her heart, no no no, I think this chick is feeling threatened by little ole me (as well she should be, I'm quite the charmer). But seriously, who does that?! Starts warning a complete stranger about the player status of some guys; girlfrien, you don't know me. I would never deliberately flirt with someone's boyfriend or "steal" the attention from a guy someone was interested in, but I knew these guys were single. Are single? Will mingle!
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I was rather taken aback by the whole situation (I will also mull over any nugget of drama in my essentially bland academic life). Basically I was transported back to high school (or maybe middle school) this weekend, all sparked by the pettiness of some jealous chick. Amazing. So there you go, a little grad school drama for your week!
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