Ali Damond, your friend from high school, apparently was not fucking around when she recently asked whether you wanted to get drinks sometime while you were in your hometown last week.
Damond, who you ran into at a hometown shopping mall, confirmed immediately that she meant business, by asking if you had her phone number and then insisting you both pull up your phone contacts to be one-hundred percent sure you had each other’s info.
“What do you respond best to – text or email?” Damond demanded, letting you know that these plans were for sure happening and she was going to fucking hunt you down.
“You work in the city now? That’s so cool,” Damond said as she “checked in” at the mall and tagged you on Facebook.
“Let me just make sure you put my number in right,” said Damond, who texted you “this is Ali,” while you were still standing together outside the Sears department store before you were allowed to head to your car.
Though you were into the idea of getting drinks at first, the continued forcefulness of her request has left you weary, wondering what’s going on in her life and why she’s so desperate to connect with you.
“I wanna hear all about what you’ve been up to,” said Damond in a text just three minutes after you’d departed from her presence. “Do you like sushi?” she asked, quickly extending the invitation beyond just a drink. “Let me know if Fridays are good for you because I know a place that has really fun karaoke.”
An inquiry into Damond’s recent Facebook activity shows signs of a recent breakup as well as public acknowledgements that she’s going through a “tough time.”
