I wasn’t sure if I should tell S. that her creepy-ass live-in was back on match.com.

I talked to her a few times at work today; she mentioned they were going to Ohio this weekend. I thought, well, everything seems okay; will she be pissed at me and think I’m trying to thwart her happiness?

Later on in the afternoon, she came back over to my cube to complain that she didn’t really want to go to Ohio. Then she said the magic words — she was looking for a reason to end it. So, I told her. I explained that, on a whim, I went to the site to see if Mark’s profile was back up then decided to look up creepy.

She asked me to check again. The MF was online then.

So she called her ex, to see if he could take their son this weekend, as she didn’t want him around to witness the carnage. Then she called the BF, to come get her — yes, come get her, because the lame-ass loser doesn’t have a car! — without telling him why.

While she was waiting, she came over yet again and said she felt relieved. I could tell a difference in her face. But she also looked so sad. She asked, “Do you think I’ll ever want to date again?” All I could do was give her a hug.

She said she thinks he’s been lying to her all along — duh — and it sounds like, based on her brother-in-law’s background check, the loser even may have been lying about his age. No driver’s licenses showed up in the two states he last lived in; actually, one one license showed up, in California, and while the month and day of birth were the same as the loser’s, the year was off by five. S. is 46. This guy said he was 49. What would five more years have mattered?

I told her I’d check in with her tomorrow. She was there for me after my break-up with Mark. Despite our snits, she’s a good friend.

On to the next topic … I thought some more today, mostly while zoning out on the exercise bike this a.m. — two times a week, I have to do something other than walk — and fuck Scott. Fuck Scott and fuck his money. I’m keeping it.

∗ Posted by Monique on 04.21.2006
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