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.