There is something so powerful and down right cool about the all girl posse. When you’re in it and a part of it, you almost feel invincible and, let’s face it, pretty HOT. For me the all girl posse is kind of like a group of really well-dressed superheroes. When there is trouble, they come to the rescue especially if it involves a less than respectful ex-boyfriend who broke up with me over email.
Well, over the weekend I was invited to a party that I knew my ex would be attending. My first reaction was to tell the host I wouldn’t be coming because of the ex. But then upon further contemplation, I realized that I was letting this jerk affect my social life and I said to myself, screw that! So, I called upon my posse … three of them were available at a moment’s notice and willing to give me all the support I needed and, without a doubt, the Posse Power came in very, very handy.
As we all got out of the car, we saw that the ex’s car was parked on the street and then, ‘lo and behold, I saw him and a few others come out of the gate of the complex and heading straight for us. My girls immediately asked what I wanted them to do. I said, “Let’s just keep walking” As we got closer, the ex looked up and had the deer in headlights look. He clumsily and enthusiastically said, “May! Hi!” I unemotionally said, “Hi” and kept walking. He then tried to continue, “How are you?” “I responded with a cool, “I’m fine.” One of his overweight, married friends who lagged behind eagerly said hello to the stunning group of women who walked by, but none of us returned the greeting. Icy!
After we were out of earshot, the girls immediately made sure I was OK, which I was. In fact, I was feeling quite good. As one of the girls said, the ex just seemed so pathetic in his attempts to say hello and start up a conversation. My posse gave me the support and confidence I needed to hold my head up high, even in the face of not only the ex, but his twenty-something flavor of the month. This guy is truly a walking cliché.
I honestly don’t think I would have handled the situation as well if it weren’t for my all girl posse. Superheroes … plain and simple. So ladies, call on your posse whenever you need help. They will be more than happy to fly to your side dressed to kill … figuratively, of course.
