I did another one of those Evil Girl Trick things yesterday.
I panicked, OK?
I was at work, and some stupid crap was happening and it was stressing me out. As it happened, my most useful advocate, the person I NEEDED on my side, happened to be a male, so I put on my helpless female mask and sobbed my way through a few gut-wrenching emails to get him to do what I wanted.
So evil. So very, very evil.
Even though it was not an in-person conversation, the man reacted the way most men would react to a crying woman: "WHAT HAPPENED??? Are you OK? Can I beat somebody up for you?"
And my answer was so incredibly sad....so drenched in melancholy, that it came out sounding something like this: "Well...(sniff-sniff)...yes, you can do something for me, (voice trembling)...but....if you're not able to...(sniff-sniff)....it's OK...(*LOUD SOB*)...I understand...(burst into tears)."
And of course he did exact what I wanted him to do.
Jeezuz that's bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad....I'm going straight to hell...