The Tabloids

I really should have known better than to think could go out with Candy without being seen by anyone who’d recognize me. And as luck would have it, the people that saw me are the very same people that have been telling Heather what a player I really am. I don’t know where or when they saw me, but I am certain of 2 times, of which, one I engineered myself.

On Friday I was at the store where Heather used to work and sure enough, those pricks that once ratted on me were there. But this time I wasn’t alone, I was with a hot chick I work with. I thought I’d have some fun with those and so I asked her if we could give them a little show. She was game.

And almost immediately we started touching and grabbing each other. We did it in a subtle but obvious way so they couldn’t miss it.

On Saturday, when Candy and I were walking to my car after our date, I saw another guy that used to work with Heather. But this one wasn’t present on Friday to see the show I put on for his buddies.

On both occasions I was just having harmless fun and after each occasion, I gave them no further thought.

On Sunday evening, about an about 30 minutes after I’d come back from my second date with Candy, I get a text on my phone from Heather. The exact words: “U such a player! People are talking about how they always see u with diff. chicks. Good nite.”

And I responded: “ It’s actually flattering that people are taking so much interest in my business. U guys are making me feel like a celebrity.”

To my surprise, last night she calls me to check how I’m doing. We chatted for a while as if nothing had happened. She asked me to visit her tonight, which I’m still in two minds about.

What Heather’s ex-work-mates didn’t anticipate is the fact that their bad-mouthing me could make me appear more attractive to her, which I’m certain it has.

Maybe it doesn’t always rain on me.