Dear X,
Ha! I definitely judged you based on my first impression - and boy, was I wrong. I thought you were smart, funny and articulate. And you’re clearly none of the above the more I’ve gotten to know you. You have your moments, but for the most part, you are a snobbish jerk. It’s hard to talk with you or even think about doing things with you because you makes it so frigging hard to have a normal conversation. I really don’t care about how you’re searching for a husband, what your pastor said at church or complaints about every single thing in the universe. When you start going on and on about yourself, I tune you out and think about beaches and pina coladas. I don’t know why I keep trying to be friends with you - maybe a sense of obligation, maybe because I feel sorry for you - I really don’t know. I wish you’d change and realize that life is much more than what makeup you’ll buy next, how you have 15 Coach bags or hate New York. Frankly, nobody cares.
Ellie
