Revenge

A couple of weeks ago, I went to a birthday party where something truly bizarre unfolded. But I didn't know until the next weekend what happened right in front of me.

A guy I know brought a girl to the party. They sat across the table from me at dinner but I never knew they were together. I didn't know he had recently said that four-letter L-word to her. Nor did I know another girl he had been having sex with was sitting next to his date.

Awkward.

But during dinner, the two girls figured out what they had in common. His penis. I'm sure it wasn't difficult to pick up the signs. These two smart single girls turned on him, and he ended up driving the birthday boy home - without either of the girls.

Some men envy him for his sexual conquests. Some girls are his friends because he can be a nice guy when he wants to be. It's the stuff country songs are written about.

The next weekend was his going away party. But no one brought balloons, but there was baggage. Before the party, one of the girls opened the bottle of Crown Royal she was planning to give him as a going away gift for us and we toasted to her freedom to move on. I wondered how many other bruised hearts showed up for a last farewell. He's lucky none of them were crazy - none of them I'm aware of at least.

He's now moved to the sunny coast where there will be new conquests. I'm certain. And time for the old ones to heal.

Love to the single girls,
Addison