the bbc

Currently listening to: Getaway Car – Taylor Swift

Ridin’ in a getaway car
There were sirens in the beat of your heart
Should’ve known I’d be the first to leave
Think about the place where you first met me

Cyn was dating one of the guys from the BBC.  The Billion dollar Boys Club.  They were a group of guys who were basically nepo babies whose fathers were billionaires.  They themselves were not billionaires yet since they leeched off their parents and secured jobs working at their fathers’ companies.  Looking back, it was definitely giving Lyle Menendez vibes (if you saw Monsters…IYKYK).

Cyn: C’mon, date one of these guys with me, it’ll be fun.
Me: Ugh, what do I have in common with them?  That’s not really my thing.
Cyn: They’ll buy you whatever you want and give you money.
Me: Then they basically own my ass.  Plus, they’re like a lot older than us.
Cyn: Unless you’re still into poor young dudes.
Me: Damn, why do you gotta say that…they’re not poor.
Cyn: They’re not billionaires.

Cyn invited me to go out to eat as usual.  Little did I know was that she planned a double date.  When I got there, she was there with her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s best friend.  Geoffrey was nice but he didn’t have any substance.  He was busy flaunting his family’s wealth, my eyes couldn’t roll further back into my head without fearing that it would get stuck.

I know what it’s like growing up in an affluent family (grandparents) and it wasn’t fun for me.  So, while the elitist was bragging about his latest car or whatever else he bought, I closed my eyes and tuned him out.  I know it was rude of me to do so but fuck, there’s only so much I can listen to.  He just kept going on and on about cars.  I don’t know anything about cars except that it ought to get me from point A to B.  Mercedes CLMWSAMGWE Maserati IDK WTF.  I don’t give a fuck about cars.

He turned over to me and asked me what I wanted him to buy.  I replied, “Nothing.”  He was adamant about buying me something.  I kept telling him, “Nothing.”  The more times I said “nothing” the more irate he became.  I just wanted to eat my ramen and get the hell out of Dodge.  Cyn intervened and said, “Why don’t you get her something for school?”  I gave her the death glare.  She scowled back at me.  I sighed loudly and responded, “Fine.  A backpack.”  I was basically a professional student at this point and on my second degree.  I couldn’t seem to quit school.

Geoffrey: What color?
Me: Green + black
Geoffrey: Style?
Me: Sturdy.  I have heavy books.

After dinner, we went to get drinks and by the end of dinner, someone dropped off a bag for Geoffrey.  He handed it over to me.

Geoffrey: Open it.
Me: Don’t tell me what to do.
Geoffrey: …
Me: I’m assuming that people don’t tell you to kick rocks either.  Ugh.  Fine.

I opened it and it was a North Face backpack in green and black.  Fuck.  NGL, it was nice…I was rocking a Jansport backpack that I got from Target a couple of years ago that was falling apart but I didn’t mind.

He asked me for my phone number.  I gave him my Google number.  The next morning, he called and texted a few times stating that the backpack was a test and that he would get me nicer and more expensive things next time.  I groaned.  I’m not looking to be his sugar baby so I left him on read.  Soon after, Cyn stopped talking to me altogether, which was fine with me because she was my friend’s ex-girlfriend anyway…which put me in a very precarious situation.