The haze of grey smoke that had settled at eye level around the room shifted as the exhale from my cigarette met with it.
Country music shook the walls of the small living room while attendants of the party leaned in close and yelled over the blaring base.
We had only planned to stay for a few minutes, long enough to say hello and then attend another party. Long enough for the smell of alcohol to reach my nose as an inebriated attendant tipped their drink over on my lap.
After cleaning off the smell of cheap beer from my jeans I made my way to the door and searched for my friend.
Her friendliness had gotten the best of her and she had found herself in the arms of a new opportunity.
Not one to stop progress OR opportunity I began to look for my shoes and search for my car keys. Through heaps of disorganized footwear and heavy winter coats I attempted to control my frustration; my anger with my wet jeans, being ditched, and lack of shoes.
And then someone called my name.
He asked me where I was going, why I was leaving. I was confused as to why he would care, we weren’t friends, we didn’t spend time together regularly.
I told him I was tired and I was going to go home. I said goodbye.
As my hand reached for the doorknob and the cool winter air brushed against my face, taking my breath away, I heard his voice again.
“You’re nothing but a bitch!”
I’m sorry what?
My body spun around to face him, slamming the door behind me, I leapt toward him begging him to say it to my face. I was frustrated with my evening, my friend, and now with this uneducated attention seeker who called women names.
He repeated it and then continued to insult me.
“I hope you get into an accident on the way home, you‘re nothing but a snob and always have been, you think you‘re better than everyone else and you aren‘t”
My blood boiled.
I watched as my arm reached up in slow motion before me and my hand wrapped around his neck pinning him against the wall, his beer bottle shook as I spoke.
“Don’t you EVER speak to me that way again.”
I let my hand fall and looked at his frozen face.
Turning to go, I light a cigarette and blew one last exhale into the air.
Oh, don’t tell her I’m stalking her…