Tessa ReneeI wasn’t trying to ruin his night but honestly, it was too easy. One sentence. That’s all it took. He strutted in like the world owed him something, dripping with fake confidence and Axe body spray. Everyone else might’ve been fooled, but I wasn’t. So I leaned in, smiled sweetly, and dropped the line that split his ego wide open: “Oh, you remind me of my ex, the one who cried when the Wi-Fi went out.”
The silence? Beautiful. The look on his face? Priceless. His buddies tried to cover it up, but the damage was done. Suddenly, the king of the night was dethroned and I didn’t even break a sweat.
Final Thought: Sometimes it only takes one well-placed truth bomb to shut down an entire performance.
Disclaimer: This is a Menace Memoir, not a playbook. Do not try this at home (unless you’re ready to deal with the fallout and a bruised ego or two).
Tessa Renee
