He was looking for someone more cultured. Although it hurt, I went on.
Now fast-forward to last Saturday. Mark is 35 years old and unmarried and doing well. I saw him at a new restaurant. I took the opportunity to play a joke. “To Mark, who always settles for second best,” was written on a bottle of champagne that I requested the waiter to bring over. His date appeared perplexed as his face flushed.
He is allergic to appetizers, so I sent one along with a message saying, “Just a reminder of what you can’t have.” Mark found it difficult to convey to his progressively agitated date.
I gave my pal Sarah a call for the last act. How’s your fiancée doing? she asked loudly, pretending to recognize Mark. Did she ultimately consent to the relationship being open? Clara, Mark’s date, was appalled and walked away.
I couldn’t help but approach Mark’s table and give him a charming smile. Hello Mark, I suppose I wasn’t so “not good enough” after all. I triumphantly walked out of the restaurant.
I learned that Clara and Mark had split up a few days later. Yes, getting even may be satisfying—especially if there’s a little humiliation involved. I appreciate you reading!
