There are many things women can bond over, for instance a shared love of travel, or similar taste in shoes. But there is a very special kind of bonding that occurs between two women who have just met and who suddenly and unexpectedly discover that they have both dated the same man.
Shock is followed by disbelief, which is followed by, "Tell me everything. No, you first." And it may have been a French meet-up, but for once the French thing was not happening, not for this kind of dirt. We huddled at the bar whispering in English, casting furtive glances and hoping that no one would guess either the topic of our conversation (after all, quel petit monde!) or the language we were sneakily indulging in.
I had only gone out with him once; it was, in fact, the Frenchie from the terrifyingly awkward date and motorcycle ride from hell. She, however, had not gotten off so easily, and was still somewhat unwillingly entangled, it seemed. Apparently, I really "dodged a bullet" there. (Me: "That's so funny, because usually I tend to throw myself directly in the path of speeding bullets. First time for everything!")
Apparently this guy had been laying it on pretty thick, saying that prior to her, he hadn't gone on "a single date" since his divorce, that he had "never" messaged anyone through Meetup before, and, well. Whoops. Besides a propensity for telling lies of the little and white variety, he was also possessed of several other less than charming personality traits, and so she had been trying to end things with him for a while. But our encounter gave her the little extra nudge she needed to put an end to it once and for all, she said. (Yup, just call me the anti-Cupid.)
But, it turns out that this story has a happy ending after all, because she and I are hanging out this weekend! She wants to see Jeff Mangum with me! We don't have tickets! But I am still really excited! (And since I told her about my blog, for the sake of my own dignity I am imposing a moratorium on all further exclamation points. Period. Ellipsis.)