King for a lifetime, fool for a... lifetime...

Yeah, did karaoke last night with the usual crew. Good times, etc, etc. Rocked some Neil Diamond, Journey, and Bon Jovi. Then this girl who I haven't seen in forever because she managed to alienate herself from the group (let's just say she has a rep for being clingy and insane) gets up to sing. She's never done karaoke before, so whatever, people are supportive. She sings that Four Non-Blondes song, the name of which I can't recall but that shouldn't matter seeing as how they only had that one song. Oh yeah, "What's Going On?" That song. Anyway, she performs it, nails it, gets a big applause. I tell her she was dead on after she joins the rest of us. No big deal. End of story. I've talked to her for maybe 5 minutes before that out of the 2+ hours we'd been there. Come to find out today that she thinks my compliment was intended as a come-on. But her reaction was such that she felt an air of superiority about her. Very 'oh that was nice of him to say, but he's probably hitting on me. *turns nose up in the air*' This gurgling twat thinks I was hitting on her. Really? Honestly? I couldn't have been more matter-of-fact about saying, "hey, you really nailed that song." That was it! End of dialogue! I actually moved over to the other side of the room afterwards to talk with other people. You know... friends. I don't have any of her contanct info. As far as I'm concerned, I never have to see her again which would be a pleasure. That neurotic little twig, I swear. I don't even know why I care about this. She can think whatever she likes. In the end, she's fooling herself. I suppose the socially disfunctional stories I heard about her were true.