The olive branch

Being the vindictive, petty diva that I am, it's unusual for me to feel remorse about hurting someone's feelings. Oh sure, I regret not buying a great pair of pumps or eating something I shouldn't, but seldom do I feel bad about something I said. Especially when said person deserves it.

So when I get my chance for a parting shot, I should just take it then let it go, not feel guilty three weeks later.

Ok, so I was kind of a jerk, but he was a bigger one. Don't agree to a non-date, depart early and then not call me for six weeks. He deserves my wrath.

But I decided to be the bigger person and get some closure with a simple e-mail. Phone calls are too personal. A short, breezy, "hope you're well, sorry I haven't talked to you in weeks." I expected a reply in a few days with "I am well, thanks for asking." Instead I got not one, but two phone calls. I ignored the first one. Answered the second one.

I am so weak. Non-date #2 commences in exactly five days.

Someone take my computer away from me... the LB saga continues.