«In a little while, Tyler will come pick me up» — Tyler, the loser she's dating — «I'll stay at his place for a bit, then he'll take me to dinner. Really sweet, don't you think? Obviously I can't bring you to the table with us — what kind of romantic dinner would that be? — but if you promise to pretend you don't know me, I'll let you follow us, so you can see what kind of guy he is and tell me what you think, okay?» Naomi told me this this morning.
I know she didn't mean to be mean, but that part about pretending not to know me hurt like hell. It's not something you want to hear from your best friend — or at least, that's what she is to me.
