I need to wash my hand

I had lunch with D today. That isn’t abnormal – but she invited me to go along with ‘the girls’. I have never been one of ‘the girls’ so I hesitated and she convinced me that they were ok so I went.

They were really nice and normal and we had a good time, until we were half way though. A guy form work came in the restaurant my himself and the other girls invited him to join us. I already knew that D hated him. I used to work with him and got along fine with him, until his wife represented my ex in our divorce and since then he will not look at or speak to me.

Guess where the only spare chair was – yup. Next to me.

He sat down and became very interested in his menu. I really have nothing against the guy, or his wife, she was just doing her job. We had agreed that neither of us were going to use her because we both worked with her husband. But since the Asshole never honored an agreement when we were married, why should I expect him to honor one when we are getting divorced?

So I decided enough was enough and I started asking him about his kids. I have been to his house for dinner and I knew how much he loved to talk about them. The gate opened and he didn’t look back. His daughter went to the same acting school that The Boy is auditioning for so we had lots to talk about. It’s nice to have that awkwardness gone – to bad it still exists with about 50more people.

I stopped by D’s desk and told her she owed me for running interference for her. To reward me she made me touch her pregnant stomach to see if I could tell what baby body part was sticking out. Gross. I am still not one of those kind of girls. I was completely freaked out and felt like I had violated her so I needed to go and wash my hand. Eeewww.