I got myself all dolled up and drove my car to the place where the concert was being held. I have to admit I looked sensational. I'd recently gotten some color back in my skin (after having gotten over a nasty stomach flu) had even made time to buy some new jeans and had a manicure and pedicure to boot. It was a beautiful spring day and nothing could be more exciting than an open-air concert...until I spotted Gerard in the crowd.

It wasn't the spotting of Gerard in the crowd that was the problem. It was the spotting of Gerard in the crowd with another woman hanging off his back that got me. We (she and I) locked eyes at exactly the same time and when she saw the look on my face, she clung to Gerard even more.

The war was on.

I marched over there and stood in front of them until he looked up and smiled. Then he grabbed me and hugged me as if he hadn't seen me in ages, when he'd been in my bed only the night before. When he finally chose to introduce me to this other woman, she snorted her hello and sat back down almost immediately. Seeing that I was miffed, he grabbed my arm and led me to the bar while she watched us with a tactiturn expression on her face.

"So let me get this straight, Gerard. She is an old high-school friend that you use to have sex with whenever one of you needed it."

"Oui, c'est ca," was his response.

"What the hell is that? And why is she looking at me in such an evil way. Is it still going on?"

"Oui, ah, non. Oui. Well, it was a month ago before we met, but I think it's over now."

"You think?" I screamed.

I wanted to strangle him for some reason. "So that's why she looks like she could kick my ass."

I walked off and left him standing there and went back to the table. The other woman was gone but I still needed to understand how I felt about this. Gerard came back to the table and drank the first of what later amounted to at least ten beers. Looking back on it, I guess I shouldn't have at all been suprised when once I decided to leave and leave him there, he fell into the lake while trying to chase me down. I looked at him there in the water looking like a damned fool, and thought about him hooking up with his old high-school friend.

I walked off and left him floating in the lake while onlookers laughed and tried to pull him out. Who says Karma's purely superstitious?

Submitted by A.W.

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