I should have said, “No thank you, baby—you handle that.” But when asked by Jewellen if I wanted to come to a lunch with Patrick, I was thinking with my testosterone and not my gray matter. So what came out of my mouth was, “Oh, I’ll be there. You just tell me when and where.” So now I was stuck. Sitting in an Italian spot with Jewellen by my side and Patrick walking in. I was a really uncomfortable spectator to a tragic scene that should’ve played out years ago. Patrick Waters was, by my first impression, an overgroomed pretty boy badly in need of having my size 12 shoe placed squarely in his hind parts. He strolled in fifteen minutes late, wearing a pink polo shirt, khaki pants, loafers, and a smirk that I was looking for an excuse to wipe off. He was light-skinned, under six feet, and wore a watch on his arm that cost more than my first car. He walked straight to Jewel, sparing me a half-assed glance, and kissed her on the lips. My girl’s lips. To her credit, she dodged him and he hit mostly cheek.
What do You think about Heard It All Before (2012)?
