that girl

Today I had lunch with That Girl.  You know her.  She’s the girl that has the most up-to-date perfect hairstyle and it always looks so annoyingly up-to-date and perfect.  The one that gets the perfect tan and manages to keep it all year long without going to the tanning salon.  She loves to go the gym and her perfect body shows it with its lean lines and toned arms.  She is the one with the perfect trendy wardrobe that always is perfectly polished.  She wears the perfect trendy accessories and never has one bangle too many or scuffs on her shoes.  Her pedicure is always perfectly french and fabulous.  She’s the one who you yearn for a shallow compliment from to console your self-doubting vanity.  Yes, you know her too; and if you’re like me, you want to be her.

I hate her.  And it was a perfectly lovely lunch.