Alas, No Ball Snipping
In my mind, when Chris finally confronted Asshole, the scenario went something like this:
Chris comes marching in to the agreed upon location in thigh-high boots with spiked heels I could never wear, in the hottest outfit she owns. Glances around the restaurant, spots Asshole and marches over to the table with every guy in her path turning to watch her strut on by.
She sits. He sputters out some long list of reasons why he did what he did and why she should take him back. Then she compiles her own laundry list of how he mistreated her for the years they were together and that she would never take him back.
Asshole's jaw drops. He sputters some non-intelligable dribble about how she doesn't know what she's saying.
She simply answers, "Of course I do. You're a pig. Goodbye."
He nearly screeches, "But why?"
"Why," she glares at him. "You don't get to ask me why!" And throws her drink in his face.
The whole restaurant turns and stares. He jumps up and grabs her arm, pulling her back to the table.
"No, Asshole." Chris says low and menacing. "You don't get to hurt me anymore."
Then twists her arm from his grip and pushes him back into his own chair before she throws down some cash on the table, carefully replaces her sunglasses and dramatically marches out to the overwhelming applause of the entire restuarant.
Asshole is left behind in disgrace.
In reality, the event wasn't nearly as dramatic. Despite my pleading that she atleast throw her drink in his face. But, I'm proud to report, Chris stuck to her guns and told him everything she'd been mulling over for months. From her account of the lunch, he took it too well for her to continue hating him. Damn.
Sigh. And now all we can do is wait till the dust settles to see what happens next.
Chris comes marching in to the agreed upon location in thigh-high boots with spiked heels I could never wear, in the hottest outfit she owns. Glances around the restaurant, spots Asshole and marches over to the table with every guy in her path turning to watch her strut on by.
She sits. He sputters out some long list of reasons why he did what he did and why she should take him back. Then she compiles her own laundry list of how he mistreated her for the years they were together and that she would never take him back.
Asshole's jaw drops. He sputters some non-intelligable dribble about how she doesn't know what she's saying.
She simply answers, "Of course I do. You're a pig. Goodbye."
He nearly screeches, "But why?"
"Why," she glares at him. "You don't get to ask me why!" And throws her drink in his face.
The whole restaurant turns and stares. He jumps up and grabs her arm, pulling her back to the table.
"No, Asshole." Chris says low and menacing. "You don't get to hurt me anymore."
Then twists her arm from his grip and pushes him back into his own chair before she throws down some cash on the table, carefully replaces her sunglasses and dramatically marches out to the overwhelming applause of the entire restuarant.
Asshole is left behind in disgrace.
In reality, the event wasn't nearly as dramatic. Despite my pleading that she atleast throw her drink in his face. But, I'm proud to report, Chris stuck to her guns and told him everything she'd been mulling over for months. From her account of the lunch, he took it too well for her to continue hating him. Damn.
Sigh. And now all we can do is wait till the dust settles to see what happens next.
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