dear gentle readers and fellow bloggers:
i am in need of some advice regarding a certain person in my life who i am almost certain has morphed from prince to toad. please tell me if you think i am being overly sensitive in this matter.
here is what happened.
lo these many years ago, long before the Person In Question (PIQ) ever met me or even knew how to work a computer, a young receptionist (Q) came to work at the same wall street firm that he did. Q was some 14 or 15 years younger than PIQ is, with dazzling blue eyes, and a pair of boobs - all real - of such enormous proportions you could use them for flotation devices - separately.
they flirted on and off and when PIQ separated from his first wife, and Q separated from her highly abusive ex, they became Friends-with-Benefits. she even told him she didn't want to be his girlfriend. (they both told me this, on separate occasions.) indeed, PIQ could've gone out with Q on that fateful new-years eve we met, but he asked me instead - just to give you some idea of the depth of their involvement. at the time, she lived in another state, and was in the middle of her own messy divorce. after PIQ and i met, she dropped back down to friend status.
within a year or so, Q moved back to the area. i actually liked her. she is - or was - an amazingly beautiful woman, a little shallow but a lot of fun - the quintessential party-hearty girl. when PIQ went to work for another even bigger wall street firm, Q got a job with the same firm, in a different office a couple towns over. what neither of us liked was the way PIQ was an amazingly incredibly insensitive boar when she was around. i remember i said to her once, in tears...im so sorry we can't be better friends. (for example, PIQ would make these embarrassing freudian slips: breast for best... chest for test... shirt for skirt..you get the picture?) she lost her job, asked him for a reference, but blamed him when she didn't get the new job. they didn't part friends.
so..... last night PIQ comes home from meeting New Buddy (NB) and NB tells PIQ how he met this guy who worked with PIQ lo those many years at the bigger wall street firm, and the thing he remembered most about PIQ was that he had "the hottest girlfriend."
and PIQ, who doesnt seem to remember that *I* was his girlfriend at that time, and had been for some time, that Q was NEVER his girlfriend - certainly never in the same sense i was (didn't even WANT to be his girlfriend) - that when they worked at that particular firm, they werent in the same office and no one knew if they hung out on the weekends or even after work on occasion...PLUS *I* was working at the time in a neighboring building, we ate lunch together practically every day...we met each other at each other's offices and were always getting introduced to each other's coworkers....PIQ ASSUMES for some reason known only to him and his god (he admitted that) that the guy NB met is talking about Q and says something to the effect of:
well, no matter how hot Q was, i wouldn't trade annie for anything.
it really hurts me to think that "hottest girlfriend" in PIQ's head doesn't automatically equal me. i know he didn't mean to hurt me and his feelings ARE his feelings, and to his way of thinking, i should feel complimented.
but if HE doesn't understand why im insulted and hurt, do you?
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.