So i went to California Pizza Kitched with a friend, we’ll call him Merry. Yes Merry. Fucker. Anyway, so he’s sitting across from me and a sly grin creeps across his face. Comes the warning, “Dude, you can’t tell anyone.”

 

His eyes pop with fear and excitement.

 

“Like a vault dude. Please.” I shrug the words.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“So I was sending messages to my girl through REALSQUIRT.COM ,” the words are simmering right from his mouth. She works in a separate department with an ex of mine, whom we shall call Ireland. “She tells me ‘OMG, you won’t believe what Ireland just told me.’”

 

My curiosity is piqued. This girl and I had been together for a mere two weeks. In my mind, a brief period within which I was within my rights to call it off because we were not ‘clicking.’ For my honesty, I was told I was cruel, heartless, felt no emotion, and had no soul.

 

I’m as much a prick as the next guy, but this was pretty bad. I hadn’t cheated, I simply didn’t dig the girl. So we fucked? What of it? It’s the currency of male-female interaction any more, and NOT a big deal. I am so passive and affable, I couldn’t offend anyone lest I chose to, and I certainly hadn’t with her. Regardless, she hated me (I have since smoothed things over because her anger very nearly got me fired…just proves she still likes me) and her comments stuck. I suppose maybe she didn’t like the fact that she slept with me and I ended up not liking her enough…

 

Whatever, it’s not like I like the idea either. IMHO she’s a little gross and I have to live with sleeping with her. But I digress, men still more or less view women as notches…

 

“Well, you know my girlfriend and Ireland are not really close. Like they go out and smoke cigs and whatever but they’re not friends or anything.”

 

“Sure.” The waitress sets my beer down and I glance to see if Secretary, who is set to meet us, is anywhere near.

 

“Well, they were having a smoke and went back inside, and she gets an IM from Ireland saying, ‘I have to tell someone this, it’s been bothering me.’”

 

I tense, sure it’s about me, but smile anyway. “Ok…”

 

“‘I slept with our boss and he posted our sex session on REALSQUIRT.COM CHECK IT OUT!’”

 

“What?!” I’m in shock.

 

“Yeah, she told my girlfriend that she’s sleeping with her boss. And he’s married with kids. He told her he had cheated before but never had sex.”

 

“What?! And she bought that shit?”

 

“Who knows…”

 

“Well, yeah. But I mean really? She calls ME heartless? This is brilliant.” I’m laughing and slapping the table in twisted vindication.

 

Some sentences later: “Well, bro,” he snipped and then mildly accused, “You don’t know what you’d do in that situation.”

 

“Absolutely true,” I confessed. “But at the moment, she calls me heartless and callous. And here she is ruining a marriage with a guy who strolls an animal through the office to get laid. And he has a wife and kids. So trashy.” I spit the last sentence and contorted my face in disgust.

 

Side note: Said dog died on a plane trip. The moron put him in luggage. The poor thing couldn’t have been bigger than a softball.

Point?

No point really. And I suppose her transgressions over the institution of marriage don’t detract from whatever validity there was in her comments about me. BUT, I don’t fuck up lives of children and ignorant spouses. Booyah.

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