Officially, he will be known as the Weasel.

Otay, I asked for a suggestion for naming the Man who is married. Chickie and I went to dinner. I got quite the update on that whole situation. We decided since his name is Will, oops, did I just type that or what??? (Sorry, Chickie - can't help myself!), we will call him the Weasel.

Did I mention that after the Wife contacted Chickie, the Weasel actually text her something or other about how "Wife" was freaking out, don't say anything, just tell her to ask me BS? As if the woman he just deceived would actually jump into the sinking boat with him and bail water? Uhhh, no. She would rather sit back with me over dinner, laugh our asses off and call him names! Childish and evil, but really, really fun!!!

Chickie attempted to get some kind of explanation and put closure on their new friendship. She had a few items of his since they hung out a few times. One of them, I must say, is a bat. My first instinct and I am sure you all can agree, is to tell her she should proceed to lure him over and beat him with it! She's got one hell of a swing and he would probably be too embarrassed to admit a girl beat the shit out of him with his own bat! OK, that really is a visual I can be satisfied with. Oh, back to our story...

Chickie didn't hear from him for the past week? We agreed he was on probation, lock-down, whatever. So, driving home yesterday from work, she gets a call from him. First words out of his mouth (oh, I asked her to repeat it for me twice!), "Am I getting some sex, or what?" Word for word? I am not 100% sure because I wanted to go get the bat and beat him myself! I know I am only 5'1" on a good hair day, but I am sure I can do something to a knee cap or two? Maybe a little higher??? "What?", wait, "What???" Chickie asked him to repeat and he DID!!! So sure of himself! I am proud to say that Chickie put him in his place. She now has a new bat.

Weasel would like all you ladies out there to believe that he really DID tell you at the very beginning that he was married, but separated. OK, last time I thought about it, I have never ever forgotten that a man I am spending time with was married, but separated! I KNOW Chickie wouldn't forget something like that either! Oh, I guess separated has a different meaning for different people also. In Weasel's case, it means a big 4 bedroom house and the "Wife" you are not married to, even though you haven't gotten a legal divorce from, actually is only separated by the wall that divides the downstairs from the upstairs! In my book, separation meant I had signed for divorce and was living 2 states away! I can definitely see the confusion due to interpretation and all..

Chickie, just for you. I hope this post and the comments to follow will give you more laughter and vengeful thoughts on top of what we already dished earlier tonight. You know, I really could have gone for another buttered roll!