Path of least resistance
I am sitting at dinner and there is this couple there. I know the woman a bit; nice, intelligent woman, but rather high maintenance and insecure. She is there with her boyfriend of a month, the first since her divorce.
The guy’s an ass. He is pompous, self-serving, and worse … he relates a story about last night, how his girlfriend, well, um, did not have the sexual prowess that he felt she should. And yes, he shared too much. How dare he denigrate his date, ever, but especially in public.
This really pissed me off, but I smiled and kept changing the subject. His date did not seem to really care, but I don’t buy that.
Single Dad, who cares? Isn’t this blog about Pearlsky?
The topic moved to kids, specifically when they start calling and dealing with the opposite sex. Everyone had a story. I had no problem with this, several people knew about Pearlsky and David, it was fine. But I was thinking … what if this puke asks about my kids? He has no clue about them.
I decided I would smile and say I didn’t have kids.
It is the first time I would have ever done that. I think it is because he is the last person on earth (well, probably not) that I would want to explain anything to.
But I feel dirty.
I know that feeling… of being slimed. Hope the feeling washed off quickly.
He wasn’t worth the breath it would have taken to respond to his tacky ass. You are worth a thousand of him.
You need to come up with a pithy response. 😉
I think you could have spun a wild, cockamamie story about your two beauties — the possibilities are endless — and then gone home and taken a long, hot shower. In any case, the situation sucks in all of its variations, and I’m sorry.
Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault, his being an arsehole, I wouldn’t like someone like that to talk about my children, no matter how my children are.
Elena
(I use to silently read your blog, thanks a lot for writing it)
Path of least resistance is a road I travel on a lot when around the parents of my other two “normal” kids friends….however I do love to give a good zing to an ass every now and then when some one is bitching because their kid doesn’t eat their veggies….a real ten on their shit o meter! I hope your friend realizes the tastelessness of her date and looses him.
Single dad I may not know you…but what I do know is that you are a loving dedicated devoted dad…..don’t feel badly because you sat at dinner down wind from a pile of dung. Spray some Lysol and go on with your head held high!
P.S.
I change my vote on brown…..to this!
You could have karate chopped him, pulled his heart out of his chest and put it in a doggie bag.
I like the way you think!
I suppose it would have been in poor taste to put your arm around your lady friend and reply, “Really? I didn’t think she had ANY trouble last night.”W
Yay Jo! That was an EXCELLENT response. And then SD should have escorted her out of the restaurant and away from that douche-bag.
Jackasses like that guy don’t deserve to know any of your personal information. I hope your friend doesn’t continue to see him. What kind of arrogant, narcissistic, ill-mannered turd talks about his dates that way in front of a lady? Oh wait! I guess I answered my own question.
I probably would have said something I shouldn’t have, along the lines of none of your business or I don’t tell pricks any specifics about my family.
I’m with this dude. I wouldn’t – couldn’t – actually lie but refusing to share information that’s none of their business? THAT I’m totally on.
Mostly, it’s telling people (nicely) to f*ck off when they behave as if they’re entitled to my private medical information. No, my diagnosis/es is not your business. No, having a friend who uses a powerchair does not qualify you to demand same.
Hold on! Your friend was the woman whom he disparaged? I thought he was talking about another woman. He is even more revolting than I imagined.
Please don’t feel bad about not mentioning your children. He is vile and you were protecting your kids from his elemental nastiness.
ugggggghhhh….what most everybody said, especially Becca. I don’t know what it is with some people, they think everyone else is a show on their own private TV network. It’s like the strangers who come up and put their hands on pregnant women’s bellies. (MOVE IT OR LOSE IT!)
Nobody owes a person like that the time of day, let alone any information about our lives or families.