Bite the hand that feeds you?

Because I didn't have cable hooked up for a long time, I found myself well acquainted with my roommate's entire collection of Sex and the City. In the era of Housewives, Greys and Bravo TV, I found it refreshing to watch a show that originated blatant hookups, chicks before dicks and complicated relationships. Never have I ever thought I would actually be relating to it.

There are times where I feel like Carrie. She has a Mr. Big who she's been in a complicated, back and forth relationship with for 6 years. She always feels second best because he can't commit to her and he has a problem saying no to other needy girls. However, she loves him and doesn't know how to let that go. They remain good friends and more than that off and on. She dates other men and can't commit to them even though Big commits to other women over her and causes her chase him all the time. But in the end, she ends up with him because he rescues her from a dreadful relationship in Paris after he realizes that she will always be there to catch him when he falls blah blah blah. And they have a fabulous life. Sigh.

Now, I'm not one to talk about personal business here but let's focus on the having a problem saying "no" to other needy girls. Let's say, there is a boy and a girl who are/were classmates. I'll keep the code name Boy for boy but let's call girl: bitchface who needs liposuction.

Ok so bitchface has been nothing but a piece of shit bloodsucking whore who desperately wants Boy to be her Boyfriend. Now, this bitch used Boy to do her every whim, called him whenever HE WAS IN BED WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND at 2am because she needed someone to cry to, and constantly tried to make him see that she was much better than what he had. All the while, she wanted him to think she was still better than him by making him feel bad for receiving a high honor that she thought she deserved. Ahh but I digress.

Apparently, last weekend Boy and Bitchface had a little makeout session much to this writer's chagrin. And the little fat heifer bit him. YES, she BIT him. Now, I can't tell if this is some sort of poetic justice: Newsflash to boy - if she's going to bite your lip, imagine what else could PAINFULLY HAPPEN with that mouth in other places. I mean, bitch drew blood for the love of God. Ok, so I could be a little harsh because I'm biased and this bitch has been the bane of my existence for over a year, BUT I mean, come on. YOU BIT HIM. And I'm sure you're going to go running to him crying about how sorry you are and how you're going to profess your undying love for him or some bullshit like that but let's be honest, you did it for a reason. Whether it be subconscious or not, you did it for a reason. And maybe this writer should be mad at Boy. But I've learned to be patient. He may always choose to take care of her business over mine. He may not. He may have facebook pictures with her looking like a couple. Or he may realize (finally) that she's CRAZY and untag them because you are who your friends are. Either way, I guess I'll have to wait until she bites... down there for him to see that she will always bite the hand that feeds her.