why do ex-girlfriends suck so bad?

ok, i'm still alive. i made it through yesterday unharmed. i met the boy's mother AND the ex AND the ex's mother. jesus!

the mother: very nice, sweet lady. spoke very little english, and thus i didn't really have to communicate with her all that much. but she seemed nice enough and i think i got the approval when she invited me to her house for dinner. better brush up on that spanish!

the ex: not into her AT ALL! this is going to sound super catty and bitchy, but that was kind of her style, so i'll follow suit. she was not pretty or cute. her only saving grace was that she had enormous tits and apparently was very proud of her one big asset. she loved to show them off (in a dress that was way too tight, with no bra). strike one. she's french. strike two. i tried my hardest to be polite and ask her questions about her (pretending i really wanted to get to know her a little better). she didn't ask me one question about myself. strike three. she was out. but it gets worse. she was really bitchy to alex at times, just making snide little comments in front of me... like she knew all his faults and had to make sure i heard her. the worst was at one point, i was sitting in the room with just her, her mother and alex's mom and ex bitch was going on to the mother in spanish like they were best friends. when she's finished, she looks at me and says "have YOU been to alex's mom's house and had her cooking? oh no? it's reeeeeally good. she's the best." then she turns to his mom and says "you really have to have her over." sure that may sound nice and all, but the WAY she said it was really irritating and demeaning. i'm sure she also felt totally insecure in the situation and just decided to play the childish card. LAME.

the ex's mother: equally as bitchy. and french. when i told her i didn't cook, she looked at me like i was an alien. and then goes on about how her daughter (also a chef) is sooooo good and inspires her to try new things in the kitchen. well la dee da!

it was basically a very uncomfortable situation. and i'm usually great in party situations where i don't know anybody. but come on, you have to admit that would have been a tough one. chalk it up to one more bizarre NY experience. the gringa invades the hispanic christening party. i think the only brownie points i got were when they played the merengue and i actually kept up with the various men dancing with me. i may not speak spanish very well, but i know i've got some latin soul in me!