Main Dish is a Dish of Crap

UPDATED BELOW.

So.  Today I get a good morning text from Main Dish.  I write back good morning, and we chat for a bit.  Then I get this text:

Ex-Girlfriend is going to call you about the game we went to.  I told her you came but we went with Friend1, Friend2 and Friend3.

Now a bit of info for you.  The girl he is speaking of is the one he told me he broke up with a few months ago.  This past Friday evening, he took me to a Major League Baseball game in my area.  We went alone, together.  He came and picked me up at my house, and dropped me off when the night was over.  We met NO ONE at the game.  We got down there early, had drinks and dinner before the game.  He held my hand the entire time.  And so the story continues …

Me: Ex-Girlfriend?  Are you joking? Why would she care where you and I were if you two are broken up?  And you what, GAVE her my phone number?

And yes, at this point, my phone rings with an unknown number.  I decide not to answer this call and quickly send it to voice mail.  Then I get this text from CrapMan (previously known as Main Dish) …

Well, we are trying to work on things and she found a picture of us online at the game. 

Yes, when we first walked in a photographer stopped us and asked to take our picture.  I believe the picture ended up in the paper or online.  That last text was followed by this one:

I told her you met us down there with SoandSo.  Sorry about this.

So now, I must say.  I’m amazed and just pissed off at the same time.  Granted, I had no plans of a future with this man!  I had no plans with him at all, as a matter of fact.  But … Did he give Ex-Girlfriend MY number because he thinks I’m going to LIE for him? Does CrapMan think I like him enough to LIE to this girl?  You’ve GOT to be JOKING CrapMan!  So … my response to him was this, and please, shield the eyes because I am swearing here.  And dropping some F Bombs, which I have never done in my blog before …

Me: Fuck off CrapMan. Enjoy life with your phone-throwing girlfriend, and tell her not to fucking call me again.  Because if she does?  You can be DAMN sure I’m not lying to her for your pathetic ass.

I said Phone-Throwing girlfriend because rumor has it the girl can’t hold her liquor, got all drunked up one evening at poker, got ticked at CrapMan, and threw her phone at him – hard – and popped him right in the middle of the forehead.  I do not condone throwing anything at anyone, ever.  Although I do appreciate her aim at this moment in time.

And that concludes the story of CrapMan.  I must go home and … Lysol my house. 

However, now I have this girl’s number in my phone.  Is it my job as a woman to tell this other woman that her boyfriend is a lying, cheating CrapMan?   I mean, she did call me.  It’s only POLITE to call someone back, isn’t it?  Also, I have his texts …  I could forward them to her.  Or, I can take the moral high road and do nothing.

 

UPDATE:  Ex-Girlfriend did call me, and I smiled while I answered the phone - she and I had quite the conversation.  Low and behold, she is a single mom as well.  And as soon as I heard that, and told her that I was a single mom as well – we had QUITE the conversation.  Turns out CrapMan has in fact been lying, to both of us, but more sadly, to her.  They have been in relationship for a long time, well over a year and a half.  I gave her every bit of the truth, from the night he spent the night, to the kisses we’ve shared, to everything he’s told me, to the picture in the paper, to every time we’ve seen each other.  I held NOTHING back.  And when the conversation was done?  The Ex-Girlfriend thanked me.  She thanked me.  And I told her, in the most simplest of terms, that I was so very sorry. 

I think I just made a friend.