Relationships, and not necessarily romantic relationships, but relationships in general can be a steaming dysfunctional pile of misery and regret. I read a few days ago “that even business relationships can be unhealthy.” In love and in business you have to make your standards clear because ultimately, the only person looking out for you is *Spoiler Alert* you.
I may have mentioned a time or two that I’m a Pisces. Pisces are said to be “the most
emo dramatic romantic sign of the Zodiac.” For the most part this is 115% accurate; however, being a dual sign brings multiple personalities a little something extra to the party. And by a little something extra I mean the clinginess sugary sweet love and happiness a Pisces can bring to the table can be counteracted by the “F*ck Your White Couch” of harsh realities. And speaking of harsh realities …
Last night I saw LLF (Little Lord Farquaad), former bestie and friend with benefits. This is the thing that I hate about writing … at times the most important things can seem like trivial matters. LLF in years past (over 18 to be exact) was one of my oldest and dearest friends and then we slept together and basically mutilated our friendship until it morphed into a toxic hybrid of it’s former self. Yep, that sounds about right.
So last night I agree to meet him for a cocktail at a watering hole before I headed to dinner with a friend. The invitation came after months of little to no contact. He’s called on numerous occasions and I, busy with Gulliver ignored his attempts. However, last night I had an hour to kill and at the time a cocktail seemed appropriate. #RandomFactoid about me … I am always hungry and thirsty. I just am. If I don’t hate you and you invite me out for dinner or drinks, chances are I’ll say yes. True story.
So I enter this establishment and surveyed the room for LLF’s petite frame. He’s a little guy with a boombastic laugh and persona. I spot him perched on a bench in the corner and surrounded by hangers on. He recently got a promotion and an added benefit appears to be that he’s gained a small entourage of “Yes” people. Which was precisely what he did not need as his ego is wayyyyyy out of control already. But I digress …
Maybe he won’t see me. It seemed as if the moment I had that thought, a neon arrow appeared above my head. “Pretty!” he yelled, waving me over. “Over here … come sit down.”
Damn It! Clearly he’s seen me. “Oh Hey!”
As soon as I walked over to their New World Order cul-de-sac I knew I wanted to leave. I knew the same way I knew I didn’t like Ashante and the entire Murder Inc Crew. It’s not “Murder” it’s music and you’re ruining it for everyone. Please stop.
“Blah … Blah and Blah … this is my friend Pretty” he announced.
“Are you an attorney?” Blah, a woman I’ve never met asked staring intensely circa Glenn Close in “Fatal Attraction.”
“Oh God No” I laughed.
“Oh” she replied. She literally sat there with the most intense look on her face as if she was waiting for me to tell her
my last name, social security number and blood type I was just kidding. Never happened. “So your name is Pre-tty right?” she paused.
“Yes, like Pretty Woman … And your name is Blah — right? As in well, Blah?”
She said my name as if it was the first time she’d ever heard it. Trust me, it wasn’t. Here’s the thing dolls … my first name is as common as Bob or Tim. It’s not the kind of name that needs to be sounded out. Saaaa-saaaaa. It’s not even a name that you need to rhyme with a more common name in order for it to make sense. Ohhhh it’s Sailor, like Taylor but with an “S.” No, it’s just a regular name. Unlike her name that consisted of several vowels and consonants strung together to make a name that sounded more like off brand Hooch or a knock off purse you’d find at the swap meet off Crenshaw.
Following that awkward exchange the need to engage Blah in meaningless conversation escaped me. Thankfully sitting to the left of Blah, Blah and Blah was group of “normal” and hot guys. And because I enjoy being in the company of well hot guys (one of which happened to be an Aussie named Chris), we had a delightful conversation about nothing. And you know what? It was a fantastically organic conversation. None of the what do you do … who do you know foolery of the Blah Blah Blahs.
Meanwhile, LLF who mind you invited me for a cocktail with him sat across from me gazing deeply into the eyes of his minions as they plotted world domination. Truly fascinating stuff, except that it wasn’t.
As I sat there enjoying the company of my new hot guy friends and sipping the last of my cocktail I realized that LLF and I hadn’t exchanged pleasantries. Not one word after I sat down. Normal, hot guys asked if he was on a date with male Blah. In their defense, LLF and Blah were slide’m to the side close. One thing he is not is gay man. Of this, I am absolutely certain.
“You want another drink?” he asked. Perhaps he’d noticed me fidgeting with my straw or maybe it was my blank stare. Internally, I’d been plotting my escape. A few moments after I’d taken my seat I sent to a text to my non-date dinner date. It was short and to the point … and read “Get me out of here A-S-A-P! This place is a douche-pocalypse! And yes, that is a real thing.”
LLF insisted on grabbing another cocktail for me. I should have known he had underlying motives for going to the bar. Still the Pisces in me … that part the somehow always wants to believe the best about other people (him in this instance) … that part of me thought it was kind gesture. Twenty minutes and no cocktail later, the reality of things was that he’d bumped into Blah Blah of Blah Meh & Blah Law Group. They were knee deep in conversation about LLF’s favorite topic, himself and “power.” Yes, power. Power, the ability or right to control people or things is his new most favorite topic of discussion. How to get it … maintaining it … wielding it… Power.
Imagine if the “Devil’s Advocate” and 2013 Kanye West or “Yeezus” had a baby. Now imagine that demonic seed set up a life force inside of one of your oldest and dearest friend’s body. Well that’s is what LLF has become. Meanwhile back at the bench …
I was stupid enough to believe he invited me out for cocktails and conversation about ohhhh I don’t know … not power. Margaret Thatcher once said “Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren’t.” I think it’s pretty obvious he
doesn’t give a sh*t about this is unfamiliar with this saying.
Shortly after I discovered LLF at the bar with Blah Meh & Blah Law Group, I received a call from my non dinner, dinner date. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I didn’t bother interrupting him and his “friends.” I opted instead to waive goodbye. Would it have made a difference? Probably not. He held up his pointer finger. “One minute,” he mouthed. I shook my head no. “It’s fine” I said. It’s fine. And it really was.
We are not the same people we were 18+ years ago; we are different … and it’s fine.
“Even the sun goes down/Heroes eventually die/Horoscopes often lie/ and sometimes “y” nothin’ is for sure … nothin’ is for certain … nothin’ lasts forever/ But until they close the curtain, it’s him & I Aquemini.”