I was out this weekend and ran into a couple of people that I had met at the military academy happy hour with WPB a couple of weeks ago.

She’s a nurse on Capitol Hill, (we will refer to her as RN) engaged, and utterly fabulous – I felt bad that I had not emailed her. So I’m walking past their table, this girl grabs my arm and says “it’s you!”. (took me a minute) “it’s YOU!” (keep in mind we’re both thoroughly plastered at this point so our little reunion was uber-jovial).

After introductions to sets of friends she and her fiancé ask, is WPB with you? Oh…no….that’s sooo over (sounding much more upbeat about it than I actually was).

“Oh good! Because we can’t stand him!? “ “What? I thought ya’ll were friends!” “Hell, no! We were there because of [insert the name of WPB’s friend]. We were wondering how the hell that moron got a fabulous girl like you!”

[Side note: I have actually shown a great deal of self restraint in not blogging much about WPB – for the simple fact that apparently he is the subject of more than one blog in the DC area, and so I have chosen not to give him the sick satisfaction…until now apparently]

“Well, thanks…” Feeling very validated and fabulous, I took a sip of my Vodka Gimlet “You didn’t really have a threesome that night, did you?” Choking on the Vodka Gimlet “Excuse me”? “He told us that he was going to try to have a threesome with you and your friend” “HE WHAT?? NO – NO – NO we ABSOLUTELY did Not” (we had a lovely two-some for about 14 hours, I thought to myself. Which made me even MORE mad that I had gone home with this man after he had said this awful thing of which I was unaware). Cue stereotypical redheaded temper

So – I’m pretty sure my face matched my hair at this point. I was livid. Not only for the fact that he thought I would do this but because it was so disrespectful to ME in front of relative strangers! That’s just not cool. I collected myself said “excuse me” and sent three text messages in rapid succession to the WPB, who’s number was STILL in my phone.

Txt 1: U r an ass – can’t tell you how much

Txt 2: Where do you get off thinking you can treat women this way??

Txt 3: I hope you catch something contagious and itchy!!

Granted, not the most eloquent set of messages, but it WAS 2 a.m. and I was quite drunk. The next morning I woke up, rather opened my eyes and moaned not only because of my pounding headache, but I remembered, uugghhh I can’t BELIEVE I Texted him. Can’t BELIEVE I let him know that he got to me, affected me in any way I can’t BELIVE I’m ending our communication sounding like the crazy, drunk girl (that perhaps I am) because you KNOW he’s never going to talk to me again. And I eventually blow it off because, who cares if I ever talk to him again?

So imagine my surprise when I received the following email from WPB this evening:

“..[I am] no good at making excuses, so I won't try. Not sure what you've heard, or where, or from who, but chances are some of it's true. Regardless, I owe you an apology. So for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I understand that you probably hate me though.”

Wow – gotta say that surprised me. So while, he is far from forgiven, and as good as our cough time together cough was…I would never consider having um...coffee ...with him again. But good for you, WPB for stepping up and apologizing. I appreciate and accept it.

At least this latest episode has helped me definitely give closure to the situation. Not that I’ve been pining away, but I wasn’t quite ready to end it when it did.