Good Girl?

Damn!  Who knew?!  I sure didn't.  Okay, maybe I did but I didn't want other people to know.  I think I am a good girl - whatever that means.  I kind of feel like it means boring.  Did this chic at my job just call me boring?  I think she did.  Oh well.  She was telling me about her plans for a birthday bash at her place this weekend and she said I wasn't invited because I was a "good girl." WTF!?  I don't even know this chic.  I mean, don't get me wrong, I never would have went to her party anyway because we are not friends and it's always weird when you attend an event out of obligation rather than a true desire to be there.  But, I can't figure out how she classified me as a "good girl" in just a few weeks.

Is it because I am a mom?  No, that can't be it because she has 2 kids.  Is because I dress profesisonally?  Not really because so does she most days of the week.  Is it because I don't have a tatoo?  Maybe because she has one (that I can see - I am sure there are more).  But I have nothing against tats though - I just don't have one.  She said the party would have drinks, a tatoo artist and someone was even coming in with sex toys.  It sounds like fun to me.  Am I a bad girl now because it sounds like fun? 

I'll tell you what.  I don't care what anyone thinks, I can have fun with the best of them.  I may take my responsibilities in life seriously but just give me the space and opportunity to let loose and I will (okay, maybe just a little bit).