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Saturday, May 21, 2011 

Happy(ish) Birthday

A couple of days ago I spent a few hours with Meir. It was his birthday, and we hadn't seen each other in six months. He wanted to meet for coffee.

His gift to himself was to take a day off and just have some time to himself. He generally works 12-14 hour days because a lot of his work and clients are based in Israel and the time difference makes it a necessity. This will change soon. The company he founded and is CEO of got a new Board of Directors a few months ago. They fired him. He's looking for his own replacement right now.

At first I told him I didn't want to hang out with him because what went down with us was NOT cool. I changed my mind (obviously). I thought it would be a good opportunity to tell him exactly what I thought about him, his actions, and how I was affected by his behavior. I'm glad I did. I felt much better after telling him that I thought of him as a lying, cheating, asshole scumbag. Oh, yes. Cheating. Not on me, mind you. On his wife. Yes, friends, turns out he's married. With three kids (no, I didn't know, and I've known him since 2009).

To his credit, he took it all. No arguments or defensiveness. Strangely, he seemed a little confused about why I was so upset with him. In fact, he said to me "I don't understand why you care so much. Do you love me?" Oy. I had to explain to him that no, I don't love you, but I very much resent being put in the position of being the skank who fucks around with married men. I'm not ok with infidelity. God knows it almost killed me when I found out my ex was fucking around...

After I'd said everything I needed to say, I got up to leave. He asked where I was going, and if he could come because he didn't have anything to do. Weird, right? I said "I guess so." So, he went to H&M with me. Afterward, I mentioned that I was going to the Apple Store next to buy earphones. Side note: I don't know how, but I've managed to mangle at least three sets of earphones for this iPhone. What the hell? Are they that poorly made, or am I uncommonly hard on them? He told me that I was crazy to spend $30 on earphones there when I could buy them online for $5. We went to the store and I got the earphones. Yup, $29. He took the box from me and said he was going to pay for them. I told him that I didn't want him to, that I don't want anything from him. He told me not to worry about it, he'd expense it to his company. "They fired me. Fuck them."

It's the updated version of the "I fucked around with a married man and all I got was this stupid t-shirt." I got earphones.

At least it's something useful. And honestly, probably much more fashion-worthy than a scarlet-lettered T shirt.

True, though I may change my online presence name to "Black Hester".

I Like! I Like! There's probably a whole Hester-hood out there!

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