The next three and a half months were miserable. It quickly became apparent to everyone except AH, that B was going out with him for no other reason than to hurt yours truly.
They would come to the mall and walk up and down across the center court from the info booth holding hands and laughing and kissing. I did my best to ignore it, but I watched every move from under my bangs. Apparently, my lack of a reaction spurred her to greater action. Suddenly, they started frequenting the jewelry store right next to my desk. She would try on engagement rings and hold her arm up as high as it would stretch and squeal with extremely loud delight at the sparkle as she wiggled her fingers. He just stood there like a big dope while she preened and shot not so subtle side glances in my direction.
Their next stop was the art store just across from me, where she would point out paintings high up on the walls and gesticulate wildly while apparently explaining where said mall artwork would hang in their future home. Again, he stood by, smiling once in a while, but not really reacting. I think he was finally catching on because I noticed him starting to look my way. He was twenty-five years old for God’s sake, it took him long enough…
A couple of my mall friends, bless their shoe selling hearts, started trying to help. They knew who the two of them were, so my handsome shoe-boy friends started appearing out of nowhere to flirt and laugh and touch my arm whenever they saw the AH and his B show up. What those two didn’t know was that one of them was married and the other one was gay. They were just trying to help, and not long after the boys began to intervene, the hurtful mall visits came to an abrupt end.
Since AH must have realized that they were being bullies and refused to come to the mall anymore, they suddenly began showing up very publicly around town. I’d see them at the gas station, she’d look up and see me in my car and be overcome with a fit of uncontrollable passion and literally LEAP into his arms and start kissing him. It was nauseating and I was moving past hurt to pissed off. Then one day, I saw her in her ex-boyfriend’s car outside the bank kissing HIM passionately. Then I saw her driving his car. Then I saw her with the AH again. I realized I was no longer hurt OR angry, I had become indifferent. I no longer cared. If he was that stupid, I didn’t want him anyway. I just hoped that when the idiot finally realized he’d been used, that he’d have a painful moment or two over the stupid mistake he’d made.
Another thing I realized was that I no longer cared about boys. I was finished. I realized that at some point, I would date, but I would NEVER allow anyone to get that close to me again. It had been my experience that they always disappointed you. They either waited too long to do what they said they would do, or they got overly possessive and jealous and cut you off from everyone but them or they lied and cheated and were stupid. I decided that from that moment forward, it would be my way or the highway and the highway would be an easy choice because I was never getting emotionally attached to a male ever again.
About halfway through March, I began to find out how wrong I was about that.