Queen of the Chicken Party

Due to recent events in a very close friend of mine's life....I thought this was a good time to resurrect this blog....

A few weeks ago my friend Ella and I were talking on our way to the train after work. She was telling me about how in her country they have Chicken Parties, similar to the American BBQ, except with Chicken. Often times this is how singles meet new people and some start dating. Ella then told me about this talk show host Camille (the female Jerry Springer) and how she has women on her show that meet men at these chicken parties, swear that their man is only dating them and then 5 "girlfriends" later they bring out the boyfriend. Devastated, shocked and pissed off, these women go at each other and the man typically stays quiet.
Ella had recently broken up with John, a friend, who turned into a friend with benefits, who turned into something a little more. Ella and John dated for 12 months but 10 months into it she started to get the feeling that he was dating someone else. He, of course, told her she was crazy. Flash forward 2 months and Ella finds herself in his backyard while his "ex-girlfriend", Adrienne, is telling her that she and John have been sleeping together and Adrienne is also aware that John has been dating a third and fourth woman as well. What was John's response when confronted by all of this you may ask...Absolutely nothing. He stayed quiet and then left the yard. After telling me this story Ella turned to me and asked me, "So when did I become Queen of the Chicken Party?"
It's funny how that happens, I mean, no one wants to be Queen of the Chicken Party, and yet, unless you are exceptionally lucky you will be or have been Queen of the Chicken Party (in one form or another) at least once in your life. A crown not many of us care to wear and yet when we are little girls wearing a crown is all we can dream about. I remember as clear as day when I was 5 years old and my mother told me that Sara means Princess in Hebrew. I couldn't believe my luck. I was a Princess, a real Princess, I was royalty and it was my birthright, given to me by name! Unfortunately, the memo regarding my coronation did not seem to reach the greater male population and the only royalty I too have been is Queen of the Chicken Party.
Every time I hear one of my friends tell me about how they found out the guy they have been dating/seeing (or whatever the hell those of you who play word games want to call it) is "seeing" (to be kind) a couple of other people the first thing that pops to my mind is; when do they find the time?? I mean seriously, between work, going out with my friends, work, traveling to see my family, work, road trips with my girls and of course shopping I barely have the time to keep one "relationship" afloat let alone multitask like that! And while I think it's totally dick, I can't help but be slightly impressed by their ability to juggle multiple people like that. Let's face it, I'd be screwing up names and conversations all the time.
I can also never understand the friends who stay with the guy even after they find out either. They turn a blind eye and hope for the best, believing all that he says is true. Not me, I have relinquished the crown (and will continue to do so), because that is not the type of Queen that I am prepared to be. It didn't work for Ella either. She walked away from John and never looked back. Two weeks later he was calling her, texting her, leaving her "I'm sorry and I miss you" messages and even calling her friends. Why? Because she walked away, because he knows he will never find another Ella. She is beautiful, successful, sweet and caring and girls like that don't come along every day. And now he sees that, and now he knows.... see that's the funny thing about relinquishing some crowns, you create your own status and that is far more memorable than wearing any other title that someone else has forced on you.