Wild Card

Yesterday, the discussion with Bad News Boy ended in a cessation of recent activities. Having not fully committed myself to the situation emotionally, I wasn't terribly undone by the decision (which he made in conjunction with his therapist...what kind of authentic Bad News Boy has a therapist?). Basically, it drove me to go for a run and do a few hill repeats, whispering "Fuck you, Bad News" to myself each time I crested the hill. After five summitings, I felt pretty good. Then, on my run home, I got a call from a different boy, who will be taking me out for sushi on Thursday. So friggin THERE, BNB.

Today, I opened my email only to find an email from his ex, the one I said unkind things about in an earlier post. I was expecting a "Die, bitch, die" email, only to be greeted with an eloquent and positive missive about how poorly BNB treated us both. Long story short, he lied to us both, out of "emotional confusion." I know he basically thinks of himself as a good person, but what's that line from "The Talented Mr. Ripley"? Oh yeah: "Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head. You never meet anybody that thinks they're a bad person."

The Ex and I are going out for drinks tonight. I'm buying. And I'm also going to give her one free hit, should she so desire, as long as it's not in the face. I do have a date on Thursday, after all, and I have to look my best.