A Dinner Date

I meant to post this yesterday, but got rudely disconnected - here it is, post dated:

I called Lynn from work yesterday at about 7:30. She was at her apartment.

“Hi” I said.

“How you doing?”

“Hanging in there.”

“What’s up?”

“Can you talk?”

“I’m not alone, but yeah, I can talk.”

“I really wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I’ve acted over the past week or so. You know, I’ve been dumped before and I’ve done my share of dumping. I know that dumping is hard – and I’m sure I made it more difficult on you. I don’t want to be an asshole.”

“It’s OK, Rich. I know you’re hurt and angry. I understand. You haven't been an asshole”

“Yeah, well, I just want to say I’m sorry.” I can’t believe this. She is a jerk and I’m apologizing!?!? I’ve lost my mind.

“Hey Rich, I’ll make you dinner. Tomorrow night. Can you make it?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll bring some wine – late OK.”

“Never mind with the wine – I have a bunch. How about 9:00, my place?”

“It’s OK with Tim?”

“Don’t worry about him – just us.”

OK. So, I know how wrong this is. I know that this exactly what you are not supposed to do. Don’t talk to you ex until you are over her. This gives me hope, only to be crushed again – even more pain that I don’t need. I’ll just show her how right she was for picking Tim, how unhappy I am without her. This is so wrong.

I’m really looking forward to dinner tomorrow.