“I swear that you had long hair last year,” maintained the self-proclaimed Doyen in front of me. She flipped her chestnut colored hair as I protested this odd piece of fiction that seems to have become a common idea among my friends. I pulled from my wallet three forms of ID a la ‘please sell me a gun, I’m not a bad guy’ and presented them to my peers.

“Oh. You were THAT girl,” stated the Emo King. I gaped at him in mild shock quickly asking what his definition of That Girl was. He waggled his head momentarily in an attempt to evoke the meaning from the very woman who was asking the definitition. As though it helps matters to do so.

“That Girl is the one who is kinda cute, but intimidating as all hell,” he said with a bug-eyed look that clearly meant I was supposed to already know this. Am I entirely surprised by the meaning? Not at all. I come from a family of people that can be very intimidating when the time comes, but to be told that because of the picture on my ID… that’s a whole new level of wow.

Sincerely, Pokey