The Play Date
Geplaatst op 07-01-2025
Categorie: Lifestyle
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“What’s the matter?”
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. My heart really went out to her; she was clearly in emotional distress…severe emotional distress.
“We just broke up,” she said, pointing at the guy in the other room, “and he brought this girl he’s dating? He knew I’d be here, what’s wrong with him?”
I felt horrible for her. The guy was clearly trying to make her jealous, and clearly, it was working. Here we were, at a six year old’s birthday party, and he’s turning it into a complete mess. The anger starting welling up inside me. How classless, how mean. I didn’t even know this girl and instantly I felt like beating the crap out of this guy. Then my evil wheels started turning.
“I have an idea,” I said to her as she was wiping makeup from her eyes, “would it make you feel better to have a date for this party?”
“I guess,” she said, “but I came alone.”
“He doesn’t know that.”
Her ears perked up. As soon as he arrived with this girl on his arm, she had run out of the room and I had followed. She listened intently as I explained the plan. Let’s just say we’re together. We’ll walk back into the room holding hands and generally act like we’re dating. Don’t worry, no kissing…it’s a kid’s party after all, but we’ll play it up as much as is decent. We’ll see how well he can handle the pressure. Certainly, he thought she would be alone so he’d be able to play whatever game he wanted. With someone by her side, the game will have changed.
And so that’s what we did. Hand-in-hand, we walked back into the party room and sat down together. She seemed comforted; he seemed bothered. There wasn’t much to it, just acting like we arrived with each other. Checking in from time to time, returning back to each other to hold hands, all subtle signs of togetherness. All designed specifically to get back at this asshole.
When it was getting close to the time to leave, I reminded her that we had to walk out together to finish off the act. She came over, put her arm around me, and asked if I was ready to go. We walked out, hand-in-hand, and she gave me a hug in the parking lot.
“Thank you,” she whispered in my ear, “for everything.”
Judge the events as you will, and perhaps even moreso by the result: within a month, they were back together. Jealousy is an incredible motivating force. I’m not sure why she’d want to go back with the guy who would think to rub another girl in her face at a child’s birthday party, but clearly we had countered his attack successfully. Score one for the good guys.