Some females can be so trifling, particularly if you make the mistake of befriending the wrong one. If they aren’t using you, they are backstabbing you, or simply bringing your image down.

What do you do when you come across this type?

My story begins with meeting a seemingly nice and classy girl that we will call “J”. We seemed to get along just great although something in her aura made me uncomfortable. We talked for a bit and then I didn’t see her again for at least two months.

After we met each other again we started talking all the time... it’s unbelievable now how genuinely good and nice she seemed. We exchanged numbers, hung out almost every day, and it seemed to me that we had become friends. I invited her to fashion get-togethers and during this time I couldn’t be found without my “other half” or “twin”.

After I decided to take a break from travels and sophisticated social events she started pulling away, I never saw her and she never called. She often used me as her alibi to her mother when she was in actuality going to have relations with her new boyfriend and she used me as an alibi to him when she was “with” other men.

She came to my home one night, intoxicated, only because she could not go home drunk. During her drunken stay though I did not quite want to talk to her she decided to be very open about her life.

Her boyfriend was actually a “friend with benefits” (gosh I didn’t even know what that meant!). He turns out to be married; separated from his wife because he cheated on her with another girl. They are merely together because he is waiting for his wife to come back... and she knows this. On top of this she refuses to wear condoms with this man.

She knew a man for a few days, dated him once, and slept with him.

Her very first time having sex was when she was fourteen years old. Her first lover was her blood cousin.

Her second lover was another blood cousin’s husband.

It appears that she is quite irked now that I am treating a few acquaintances from my church, my best friend in the entire world, and a few children that I mentor to a trip to Orlando for some water park fun. There are Catholic men and women who do not associate with sleaze and it would give them a heart attack if she were to throw herself all over one of the men. Not only this but these children look up to me as a role model that abstains from sex, drugs alcohol, and sleaze.

I personally wish that I had never met her because not only could she demolish my image, which I need both as a rising fashion design and as a role model to children and teens, but also she is simply not somebody I wish to associate with.

The wildest thing I’ve done in my life is flash my bra, and I would never do it again. She is a woman of loose ethics.

Wow... rant over.