Lessons Learned: Darling You're Stronger than Me

It's wedding season, and BitchNichole has been prepping for her own bridesmaid season. This comes at a particulary difficult time for her because according to the men in her life it is also dumping season. Although the diva is personally not an advocate for lifetime commitments, it seems like everyone around her is looking for one, and this always causes problems for the diva during twiterpation season, especially when she has no special guy of her own.

Yesterday BitchNichole went into David's Bridal to try on their bridesmaid's dresses for an upcoming special day. Upon opening the doors to the establishment the diva's chest felt tight as she passed row after row of frill white tool. This was not the place for her type.

She made it into the dressing room, and the dress was a perfect fit. However, our heroine is a bit vertically challenged so she was in the need for a quick hemming so that the gown wouldn't get too dirty dragging on the floor for the reception.

After a quick pinning, she was giving the seemstress all of her specifics for the dress when, of course, the small talk started heading in the direction of her own day of doom:

Seemstress: So what about you, are you seeing anyone?

BitchNichole: Me? Oh no no no. I just got dumped last week. By a David ironically enough.

The David's Bridal employee blushed not knowing how to handle the diva's insensitivity to her own bad situation.

Seemstress: Well my daughter lives in New Jersey. Her husband has lots of handsome single friends. I'm sure she could introduce you to some if you were interested.

The diva hung her head as the gravity of her current existence weighed down her head. This is what her life had become: being set up with strangers by a wedding seemstress half a continent away.