Fuming....

I went to a birthday party tonight. It was for a very close friend. Someone I like very much. So much so that our gift to him was a Jack Spade bag. While I was at the party, I was informed by another guest that when he first met me (apparently we had met before) I had a mullet. Also, that when we were introduced and shook hands, I said, "Owww". He also let me know that the reason I said "Owww" when shaking his hand was because i was gay and that I should be a "Man". After he let me know this in front of several of my friends, I left the party. I felt it was better to leave than to have to say the following things to him in front of our friends:
-I don't remember ever having met you before
-you don't know me well enough to speak to me
-who are you to judge me?
-maybe a new skin care regimen would help out that adult onset acne
-consider bathing as an option
-if you're invited to a birthday party, bring a gift and don't insult other guests
-your shoes are ugly
-pull up your pants
-I could buy and sell you
Yeah... i could've ripped this kid a new one turning him into a defeated, humiliated puddle but I decided to take the high road and leave. But not before being mightily repremanded by the SO. "this is not about you. you're going to ruin the party for everyone. just ignore him." I found it odd that while the scumbag insulted me the SO stood by silently. I found it odd the the SO felt that I was in the wrong for wanting to leave the party. I found it odd that at the time the SO didn't realize that I was acutally insulted by what the scumbag said.
In the SO's defense, he wasn't necessarily aware that I was taking these attacks as hard as I did. On the ride home as I sat fuming, he let me know that if he was aware he would've come to my defense immediately. Okay. I'll buy it.
I rec'd the following e-mai from scumbag this morning:

Hey man, I know i pissed you off last night at _____'s Party, and that was
>not my intention in any way. I was just telling a story and didn't realize
>that it was a sensitive subject. I thought it would be funny, and man, was i
>wrong! You're not a girl, and i don't think you are a girl, and i shouldn't
>even have used "girl" to bust your balls. Im sorry i hurt your feelings/
>pissed you off.
>
>Its awesome how i see people once every f'n million years and manage to be a
>jerk-off for those 10 seconds. Yeah im a prick. Next time i see you, drinks
>on me bro
>
>Word
>
>A

Here's my response:

Thanks for your e-mail. I'm not sure that "pissed off" is the term that I would use. More than anything I was amazed and shocked that you felt you knew me well enough to attempt joking with me in that way . To be clear, you do not know me well enough.
You referenced shaking my hand when we first met... I honestly don't remember meeting you the first time. I may have said, "oww" when you shook my hand, but I'm positive it wasn't because I'm gay. I'm very aware of your "dabbling" in same sex experience(s??), and my thought is that since you've only "dabbled" you wouldn't be aware that being gay doesn't make you say "oww" when shaking hands with a "real man" - my bad.
As for buying me a drink "next time"... thanks, but it's more than clear to me that you've got plenty of other things to spend your money on and I'm pretty sure that "next time" won't be happening.

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Oh... I copied the host and hostess of the party as well as the SO on my response. Yeah, I guess the scumbag wasn't the only "prick" at the party.

A shopping post!

I know it's been a while since I've done a shopping post. Believe me, it's not because I haven't been shopping.
Anyhow, here's the latest addition to the Jack Spade collection. Delish, no?

Root Planing???

JEEBUS!!!!!!
In my last post I mentioned a tooth extraction (thanks for the milkshake offer, Sus!!). So, yeah... that sucked. It sucked less the next day as there was little to no residual pain. The following week I went back for a check up - all good. The week after that I went back for a cleaning. Again. Fine. Not too terribly pleaseant, but overall, fine. After the cleaning, I was informed that I needed to return for a Root Planing. The dentist explained why I needed a root planing by showing me the following things:
a big fake mouth with retractable rubber gums
x-rays of my mouth
a slide show
2 powerpoint presentations
various and sundry pie charts
Now... I'm not one to disagree with the medical or dental community. I mean, they spent like a million years in institutions of higher education, they spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on tuition to said instituions, they worked hard, they stuck it out. I watch Grey's Anatomy. I know.
So I agreed to make two appointments to have a Root Planing.
This past Thursday was my first appointment. I have one question: HOW IN THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND THE STRENGTH AND COURAGE TO GO BACK FOR MY NEXT ONE?????? This was by FAR the most hateful experience of my long, miserable life. It is Saturday and my jaw is STILL sore. I can't even begin to try to explain how horrible those two hours on Thursday were. I should've known... red lights should've gone off all around me when I was told that they need to do it over two appointments - they can't do the whole mouth in one shot.
Oh, don't worry. I'll go back this coming Thursday... only THIS time, I'm leaving with a fresh prescription for some INTENSE pain killers.