Dinner
It’s an appropriately trendy, and actually good restaurant. The menu has been discussed, orders given. A good choice of restaurants’ to regroup
The discussion turns to, “in the day.” The women speak of horribly flawed exes. Theirs.’ Friend’s, and sibling had. Boy’s/Men with bad habit’s, tempers, and choices.   “It was fun a first so glad I/she got away.” Seem to be the universal theme. Looking back not so much with anger but a different perspective, than early 20’s selves.
I start to laugh inappropriately; they look at me, thinking one to many, Boorish, or just knowingly?”
I explain,  “You know at a different table, that I’m that boy friend.” Now everyone laughs, because it’s true. I’ am the picture of nasty rumours. These kind, and beautiful women tolerate, and at times even celebrate my excesses