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sistawendy) wrote2020-10-24 08:05 am
sistawendy) wrote2020-10-24 08:05 am
Entry tags:
delayed dating surprise
Do you remember the Temptress, who dumped me via text message shortly before things got really ugly between her and her husband and they split up? Do you also remember that I never met her husband? I figured that was just as well because, said Temptress, he said some transphobic stuff. As long as he was copacetic with T & me, I wasn't going to complain.
Fast forward to last night. I was jonesing for some socializing, when I got an email for a virtual version the regular more-or-less Burner-flavored beer Friday that's been going on for years. I even went in person back in the day when it was in South Park and I got to see Flaming Tetherball, i.e. a TP roll soaked in white gas.
Who should be one of the four, total, on the call but Mr. Temptress? I didn't recognize him, but he recognized me. He's seriously into sourdough. It wouldn't have immediately occurred to me that he's a jerk had I not already know, but the fact is I do already know. I didn't stay on the call for long. No beer Friday for me until it's in person again.
I did get to retell a story on the call from the night at the Vampire Masquerade Ball in Portland when I met the Temptress. After being one of those tacky girls who makes out on the dance floor, I sat down with my Burner buddies, J&T. A man in a kilt a few seats away got up a few seconds later. J called after him, "Ha ha, B, you got punked by a girl."
It took me half a minute to realize that the girl in question was yours truly. That was the closest I ever got to meeting the Temptress's husband until last night.
Now the circle is complete.
Fast forward to last night. I was jonesing for some socializing, when I got an email for a virtual version the regular more-or-less Burner-flavored beer Friday that's been going on for years. I even went in person back in the day when it was in South Park and I got to see Flaming Tetherball, i.e. a TP roll soaked in white gas.
Who should be one of the four, total, on the call but Mr. Temptress? I didn't recognize him, but he recognized me. He's seriously into sourdough. It wouldn't have immediately occurred to me that he's a jerk had I not already know, but the fact is I do already know. I didn't stay on the call for long. No beer Friday for me until it's in person again.
I did get to retell a story on the call from the night at the Vampire Masquerade Ball in Portland when I met the Temptress. After being one of those tacky girls who makes out on the dance floor, I sat down with my Burner buddies, J&T. A man in a kilt a few seats away got up a few seconds later. J called after him, "Ha ha, B, you got punked by a girl."
It took me half a minute to realize that the girl in question was yours truly. That was the closest I ever got to meeting the Temptress's husband until last night.
Now the circle is complete.