“There is no way I will ever be in that club,” the soldier said regarding the club my ex-boyfriends have and they do have one. “I don’t care what happens between me and you, I will not join that club.”
I stared. “I know that.”
“I may go to one meeting,” he said, shocking me.
“You’re going to go to a meeting with them?” I was stupefied. He knows how I feel about my club. I have no idea why these men decide they are going to best friends with each other when they break up with me but it happens and it happens routinely. “You’re going to a meeting with them?”
“Just one,” he said. “I will just go that one meeting just so I can kick everyone’s ass that I have threatened to kick. I’ll say hi, I’m the soldier. Hi solider. Ive met Elsa when she was 17. Known her longer than anyone here except for Scott, I guess. Hi Scott, everyone will say.”
“Oh brother,” I said rolling my eyes. “Now why would you do that? Why do you want to hang out with my ex-boyfriends and husbands who hang out with each other until the end of time for reasons I’d rather not speculate?”
“I am not going to hang out with them. I said I would go to just the first meeting and that’s it.”
“I don’t know, P. I’d figure I got nothing out of this, may as well get an ass-kicking out of it.”
I just stared.
Later he told me he thought I was The Little Match Girl. As always I didn’t know the story and I think all this can be chocked up to Neptune and perhaps the 8th house. It’s as if I am an entity I don’t even understand.
Do other people’s perceptions of you more or less match your own?
Illustration by Ariel Padilla of Bluepen