Driving downtown, I spot my ex-boss walking on the sidewalk. Should let it go, but I can't. Later I call him on the cell, ask how it's going. Tell him I saw him walking downtown, why don't we get together and catch up....how about St. Patty's day?.......been awhile.
Quite a while.....we did not part on good terms. In fact he fired me for insubordination, and I wonder what in the world I'm doing.....asking him out, wanting to see him again. Chance to clear things up? Always a lot of sexual tension between us. Or maybe just tension....we disagreed on politics and just about everything else.....the way we saw the world. But he was good looking, and flaunted it, and so did I.......flirting and sexual double entendres were part of the daily routine. Going with a biker at the time, so it never came to anything.
Still irked me the way he fired me. Had a dentist's appointment on Friday afternoon at 2. The doctor's office was on the other side of town, so I planned to take the rest of the afternoon off, not come back. No way, he said. Would not budge, even when I explained it. When I returned to the office the next Monday morning, he had me clean out my desk (hovering above) and walked me to the door. My last memory of him was a smirk on his face. No wonder I felt conflicted about this date. He should have been working for me, when I thought about it.
We had dinner at McCormick's.....on the way back I suggested stopping and getting hammered at an Irish pub, not far from where I lived. Actually, it was a bikers' bar called Duffy's, Irish in name only. A couple guys at the bar greeted me as we walked in. He said something about it as we slid into the booth. I nodded......"yeh, used to come here a lot with my ex, he practically lived here."
"Still does," I added. He turned and surveyed the room. His eyes landed on the surly guy behind the pool table with a cue stick in his hand. Who glared back and held eye contact. As my ex slowly sauntered over to our table, cue stick in hand, I felt the urge to go. "Going to the girl's room," I said. When I came back out, both of them were gone. Ditto for the other pool player. I walked over to the bar and order a beer. Time to figure out a way to get home.
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