My friend Marky has a secret life. He has an entire friend network I’ve never met. For the longest time I just assumed they were all made up, and served as an excuse why he couldn’t accompany me on errands. Then I met one of his imaginary friends, and it turns out he’s indeed a real person with a name and everything! But, of course, I instantly forgot his name, so when I see him around town I never say hello. Which isn’t a big deal because I’m positive he hates me. There’s no other explanation for his odd behavior.
It started at Cafe Niche when I was having brunch with my girlfriends. Non-imaginary friend sat down at the table next to us, drank a little coffee and then bolted to a table across the room. Recognizing him as one of Marky’s friends I tried my best to keep the offensive brunch conversation to a minimum by not saying vagina over and over, so I knew that wasn’t the reason for his move.
I noticed him again at one of my favorite lunch spots and he did his best to avoid any contact with me. Over the course of a month there’s been quite a few run-ins, without any acknowledgment on either of our parts.
I can’t help but wonder what Marky is telling his friends to make them hate me so. Is it that I made him leave the U game early to take me to the library? Or is it because I doubted their existence to begin with?