Dating and the Ex

So, Doodlepants emails me yesterday afternoon asking if I want to go out to dinner because after NYE he isn't going to get to see me until next week. So, fine, we go eat, and I notice he's quiet, but if anything, I'm smart enough to know that if you don't fill up that silence, eventually men start blabbering. And he obviously has something to say, and I'm half waiting for him to say it isn't working out. So I'm halfway through my ahi tuna salad when he suddenly pops out with the fact that his ex (the gorgeous redheaded amazon - I found her blog...and it isn't really snooping when it's public, right?) has been texting him and just yesterday left the "last of his stuff" outside his house with a card "with all this stuff written in it". He's "freaked out" by it.

Uh-huh.

Even though it's none of my business, of course I get my back up. They only ever tell you half of the truth, so there was more to it than that, I'm sure. Still, I like this guy and he always pays (so, I'm shallow, but I have always been the one to pay so I'm enjoying it) and we really get along. So I ask him how he plans to handle it, or if he's going to handle it. Men are terrified of confrontation, so this is a chance for me to see how he deals with it. He says he doesn't know but that she tried this before and he isn't going to fall for it. I thought about asking him if he was going to tell her about me, but I discovered quite suddenly that I really don't care enough one way or the other.

So there's no telling what might happen now. At least I was viewing this one realistically, and a little suspiciously. I mean, you've pretty much plumbed the depths of man's ability to be duplicitous when you get a Tiffany bracelet from a married man who is on his way out of town for his honeymoon. It's entirely possible that Doodlepants could start seeing her again and I'd never know.

Maybe she can find the earring I lost somewhere between the kitchen and the couch and the bedroom that he couldn't find.