With that, they got back in their van and drove off. Whew!Having dodged that bullet, I finished up and drove the remaining 30 minutes to the club. Ent...ring the club, I got a drink as fast as I could and related my experience to a couple of regular gurls I knew. I had a great time drinking and dancing with the other gurls and a couple of guys. Towards the end of the night, the gurl that organized the parties at the Mary asked if I wanted to get a room with her and this guy named Roy. She said he. A 3rd year university law student. She grew up in small french village with almost no people of colour living it, and as you might imagine, the people and her family in that village had a irrational fear and disliking for foreigners, especially for North Africans and arabs (such as myself). Growing up, Mathilde shared similar views as her parents and friends in the village (which is understandable, she was only an innocent c***d with few encounters with foreigners), and yet, as she reached high. " Thanks," Jessie replied as he gushed over the compliment."Hey Jess, with such nice legs you should wear stuff that shows them offmore." Like what?" Well, why don't you ever wear skirts or dresses?" Ashley asked figuringshe could take that leap."Skirts? Dresses? Ummm, cause I'm not a girl! That's a pretty simpleanswer." But you don't mind me calling you a 'girl'?" Ashley relied."No, why?" Jessie answered a little confused by the question. Why wouldhe care if she called him a girl? All he knew. I explained what had happened and that I wanted to apologize to her for making an ass of myself. I thanked them and hung up.About 10 minutes later my cell rang; it was my mother. She was blubbering and I could not understand her. I stopped her by shouting “Stop”. The silence was deafening. I then said, “I’m sorry that I pissed everyone off, but you all knew that Emily sent me a ‘Dear John’, yet you saw fit to bring her to greet me without telling me. Yes, I overreacted, but I am still hurt.