I went to a dinner party, once, at a friend-of-a-friend’s, she was an acquaintance of mine also, us being a couple years apart at the same college. It was this somewhat fancy jewish affair, the girl’s mom was a high-powered PR exec at a big firm in manhattan, I had just moved to NYC from a modest background, so I was trying to be on my best behavior despite the wealth shell-shock. After eating, we were all sitting around the table having cannollis (sp?), my friend and some other acquaintances and their parents, and also some scattered kids from the same college who also lived in NY- small college so, even though I wasn’t specifically friends with many of them, we all sort of knew eachother and it was all very congenial.
Then a couple other people arrived, way outside my circle at school so I only knew they looked familiar, and one of the guys looked very, very familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I am not a shy person so I asked him, “I know I know you from somewhere, did we take a class together?” and we had a conversation wherein I kept wracking my brain trying to figure it out. Meanwhile, hostess acquaintance is snickering and whispering to people at the table, this escalates to more whispering, more laughing, etc. At one point I say, “what’s so funny?” and get “oh nothing, nothing” in response so I let it go.
After about another half-hour, I said something else to the guy, and there’s open laughter at the table. As people start drifting away to watch a movie, one of my friends pulls me aside and tells me that I should very well recognize that guy, tells me the exact party we “hooked up” at (oh! yeah, right! he was very generic looking, honestly) and that, apparently, afterwards, someone had started this rumor that I had taken his virginity, which I hadn’t, and he thought I had started this rumor, and told everyone it wasn’t true-
So basically, to the whole fancy dinnertable, including people’s parents and family members, as well as a bunch of classmates and acquaintances I barely knew, I was the girl making a fool of myself because I didn’t even remember the boy I fooled around with at a college party and then publically lied about screwing.
I was so outraged that the hostess would be whispering this sort of story to other guests while I was foolishly asking the kid what classes he’d taken last year, so everyone got a chuckle on my behalf (stupid slut!), AND that my friends didn’t even speak up for me, to tell people to knock it off, that I was almost in tears of embarassment. I snuck out the front door without saying goodbye to anyone, and almost cried again on the subway ride home. I had NEVER been so humiliated, and at a party where I was a guest! Me being humiliated had been the after-dinner entertainment. And people’s parents were even in on it. To give them more credit, anyway, they had merely looked concerned/troubled, they weren’t the ones snickering and laughing and whispering.
Needless to say, the hostess girl eventually emailed me to apologize for being a bad hostess, for humiliating me while I was a guest in her home, but I was having none of it. I never went back to her house and I am polite, but certainly not friendly, to the other people who were at the party that day. Gosh! Even now, recounting it makes me angry.