Epilogue

So I beat the heck out of the heavy bag at the gym. Many years ago, I was a brown belt in karate. I haven’t bothered with it much in the past few years. But, I needed a way to get out of my system the irritation with being treated so disrespectfully. I had lifted (biceps and triceps) and started running on elliptical machine. But it wasn’t enough. So I got off the machine and walked up to the bag. We bowed, we “uhsed” (Japanese word of respect), and we kicked the shit out of each other. Okay so I beat the hell out of the bag, it just took the beating (at the time, but had a sneaky way of making me feel like it beat me up the next morning). I was impressed with how good my flexibility, technique and strength were after all these years. I’m tough; I’m bad, that’s right. So, after about 10-15 minutes, I felt better. Well, not sure better is the word, more like so flippin exhausted, the anger was gone. This was Tuesday night. As of Wednesday, I was over it.

Last night, I went out on a second date with the Genius. You know he’s got to be one if I call him one. We went hiking in the rain. He’s a real interesting fella - seems gay to me, though. His brother is, so there is the genetic possibility. [Side note: one of these days they’ll bother to look for the gene and declare it is innate!] But, still, I think he is or has very gay tendencies. And, I’m pretty sure he’s after only one thing, though - my prized bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that received a 95 by wine spectator. Okay, so he told me that he doesn’t want me to think that is true but his eyes lit up when I told him I had brought it back with me from my visit to Chile. I would consider sharing - as it’s nice that he’s the type to appreciate it, but he’s going to have to prove he’s worth it!

So, when I got home, C2’s bf (hubby) changed Good Luck Chuck’s name to what the f*k Chuck. Hubby was more disgusted at WTFchuck’s behavior than I was. His indignation was far greater than mine. He ranted and raved about how he couldn’t believe this guy was such a dirt bag. He had thought the guy was more respectable than that. How could he have misjudged the guy so badly? WTFchuck made his whole gender look bad. He acted like a puss. The rant lasted for at least five minutes. Absolutely adorable he was so upset for me. This is why we love the hubby so much!!!

So what happened this morning? Well see, I’d like to blame this on hubby but I think he just vocalized what I was thinking. So, I vocalized what I was thinking. Yeah, I did it. I called and left WTFchuck a voicemail. I know, I know, I know better! I wish I had recorded it so I could transcribe it for you, though. Actually, I wish I had written it out eloquently so I could have GMAT words he’d have to look up (he doesn’t have a degree). But, it was the spur of the moment, before walking into the bunker (where I have no reception) decision…the worst kind! But as you read this, remember tone is everything and I kept my tone chipper. I call and say…Hi it’s C1, but you know that as you’re ignoring me. At first, I was worried something happened to you. Then, I realized this was your way of dumping me. And, I think it’s crap. It’s not like you broke my heart or anything. But you could have called and said, hey not interested in seeing you any more because of, well whatever, make something up. You don’t go putting your paws all over a girl, call her, talk for an hour, ask her out and then ignore her calls back. It’s so disrespectful. An honorable person doesn’t do that….then I said something about growing or getting a pair but can’t remember how that came out. But it did end with okay, so I’m glad I got that off my chest. I feel better now. Take care. Bye bye.

And, I do feel better. I mean it’s not like I ever want to be with a guy who lacks the bullocks to call, text or email a girl and say, “hey, not interested any more. Have a good one.” Seems a bit too much like the cowardly ex…you know? So, yeah, I feel like I dodged a bullet! Not sure if he’ll see me as a bitter woman and I’d hate to think that he is so arrogant that he thought I was gaa gaa over him. I hadn’t found the deal breaker… yet. But, I’m sure it was there.

Mother’s don’t let you boys grow up to be pansies! I think it’s a country song in the making….hmmmmm….

So, when I head to the gym today, I wonder how many of the guys who saw me sparring with the heavy bag (Tuesday) are going to be all hot and bothered by me. Do guys like a woman with a temper who might well kick their ass? Probably not. They’ll all be to afraid to look at me. Ha!!!!