This post will make no sense without hearing the other side of the argument. Read this breakdown of the actual event first, then come back. Go ahead, I'll wait....
Got it? Good.
I know, I know - you don't have to say it. She's bat-shit crazy. I mean, yeah yeah, she's fiery hot. And she is typically rather open-minded and smart. Not to mention she has a great rack.
But in this particular matter, well....she's off her damn rocker. Even though the game took place over a week ago, the controversy continues to this day - neither party willing to back down. It's like the Hatfield's and the McCoy's. Coke and Pepsi. Tom Brady and Heterosexuality. An eternal battle between two powerful forces who will never give up the desire to vanquish one another.
It's very simple - you remember those standardized tests we took back in grade school? They had these True/False logic questions that kind of insulted your intelligence, even when you were 10? Well, they would go like this:
Bob is older than Sue. Sue is older than Mark. Therefore, Bob is older than Mark. True or False?
The answer is: True, obviously.
So, let's apply this logic to our scenario (V seems to have an unnatural obsession with pot-stickers, so we'll stick with that motif):
Pot-stickers are appetizers. Pot-Stickers are menu items. Therefore, appetizers are menu items.
True or False?
The answer is: V is a sore loser.
**Blogger's Note: The bigger issue here is that V, the defeated party in said game of Scattergories (yes, even if you take away the point for 'appetizer', I still won) absolutely welched on the payment of the bet.
Yes, even on our dates there are stakes, resulting in opportunities for embarrassment and emasculation. The loser of the game was to sing, "I'm A Little Teapot" on Skype for the other to view. And point. And laugh at.
Not only did she have the gall to claim she didn't know the lyrics (as if any such person exists, or at least doesn't have access to Google), she then had the audacity to REFUSE to do the teapot dance along with the song.
I know exactly what you're thinking, Dear Reader. And you're right, she is just like Hitler.