Last night we went out for a T’s birthday dinner – her birthday was in July, but she was gone, we were gone, so we went last night to Emeril’s then Rio Mar – P came with us and so the four of us were talking and the subject of G came up with G sitting there and T kind of went on the offensive and I naturally went on the defensive for G and T accused me of being G’s spokesperson.
It was a weird dynamic to watch G, usually very outspoken, not defend herself while being attacked and spoken about in the third person as she was sitting there – she was being attacked for the usual criticism – for being a female “cad” – so I laid into T and there was a moment of silence before we regrouped and came back to somewhat normal conversation.
Everything settled down, and when we walked back to Emeril’s for P and T to get their cars out valet, one of G’s menz, T, was there and G and I went in to have a nightcap with him. We talked to T and the chef, and several after-hours type men that frequent restaurants and bars, and it is like all the tension of the evening dissipated with the chatter. Sometimes women are too complicated, and men are so much easier to talk to.