Wow. So, my official stance on M's fiancee is: she be crazy.

M (my ex) and K (his finacee, and the girl I'm pretty sure he was already hooked up with before we broke up) showed up at the bar we went to for my friend J's birthday. All well and good, not an issue for me--and I assumed not an issue for them, either, since they knew I was going to be there. So they come in, and J introduces them to L, his girlfriend, and everyone's talking. Clearly, the elephant in the room is that no one wants to be the one to introduce K and I. So, I tapped her on the shoulder, extended my hand, and said "Hi, I'm [me]. Nice to meet you." She shook my hand like it was diseased, and *actually made a face*, but didn't say a word. Even L saw it, and mouthed to me, "Whoa." I didn't say anything about it, and just gave her some space for the rest of the evening. She doesn't have to like me if she doesn't want to.

Well, she spent the rest of the evening giving me withering stares across the bar. And I'm not talking subtle. Not in the least. The girl I was standing next to pointed it out to me, and I said "Apparently, I drowned her kitten." What struck me as particularly crazy was the fact that she'd make a show of dancing around and "look at me I'm having fun," then stop and GLARE at me. Like, Carrie-before-she-kills-everyone-at-the-prom glare. If I happened to look over while she was glaring, she'd then beeline for M and start booty dancing (for lack of a better term) on him. It was ridiculous. At one point, she marched by me and pushed me with her shoulder and said "I'd say it was nice to meet you, but I'd be lying." My eyebrows went up, but I didn't say anything (although, I wish I'd said "So I guess this means I'm not invited to the wedding?";) ). M saw her push by me, knew she was in a huff, and saw my reaction to what she'd said (he didn't hear it--he was too far away) and went after her. They left shortly thereafter. J told me after they'd gone that she'd been complaining to him that I'd introduced myself, and trying to get him to agree that it was bitchy of me to do that. She apparently also told him that she "doesn't usually like any of M's friends who still talk to [me]." Which, unforutunately for her, is pretty much all of them. So I hope she can get over that.



So, yeah. Shooting nasty looks at me when all I did was introduce myself + acting like a ho to, I can only assume, make me 'jealous' + badmouthing me to friends of mine while I'm standing right there = charming *and* mature. Lucky M!