Not How the Script Was Supposed to Go
Dec. 10th, 2008 09:07 am![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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After dinner she went up to the woman in question and flat out asked her (another difference between the two of us - I'd have skulked away). After some back-and-forth it turns out that they had met briefly.
Returning, I was informed that I knew her too. It was C♯, the girl who, many years before had the distinction of giving me a Dear John letter before our first date. As I said at the time, that's got to be some kind of record. The intervening years have certainly treated her well as she's looking about ten times better now then she did then. So much so that I literally didn't recognize her at all. That's not supposed to happen. People who reject me for no reason are supposed to experience karmic revenge. Hollywood lied to me dammit.
Of course, maybe karma really does exist. I hope not - it means that I've been getting hammered by it for a long time, possibly due to being one obnoxious SOB in an earlier life.
In other news, we played Rock Band afterwards and it was fun.