"Living well is the best revenge."
Who said that? I can't remember. Bitter quotient is low today. I started this blog because I spent most of January feeling pretty depressed. This weekend, it's like the cobwebs have all cleared away. The events of Friday night enabled me to reanalyse the situation in its true light (or as near to true as I'm likely to get). I could have tried to do that at any time, of course, but I needed the final piece of the puzzle first. For those who have read "Games People Play", she was playing an extended version of "Kiss-Off/Indignation/Rapo", probably consciously, judging by the little speech she gave me at the pay-off, and I was unconsciously playing Kick Me (again! I have got to learn better), though it nearly turned into a version of "Let's You and Him Fight" on Friday (luckily the other guy - not her boyfriend - he's never been seen, and may not exist - ran away, despite being bigger than me). The lady in question frequents the same places I do, so I'll have to put up with seeing her around. I don't actually object to being friends, though I expect she'll avoid me, at least for awhile.
Prediction: If we do make friends, she'll probably try and re-run the game again, but not until several months at least have passed. She'll probably have some story about having missed my friendship, or not getting on with her boyfriend. I intend to resist. Cynical? Jaded? Moi?