The Third Woman told me that she continued to have fun with him on the way home. Apparently, his mom was miraculously better and he didn’t have to go see her after all. She made a point to question him a lot about his texting at the mall and he used his mom being sick as the reason he was so intently texting.
Fortunately, I had the borrowed phone on vibrate because he texted her, “Hey this place is busy, can we meet somewhere else?”… trying to get out of this sticky situation.
He quickly left and the bartender bought us celebratory shots as the entire bar erupted in applause.
He had another surprise waiting for him in the parking lot. While he was inside the bar, the Mystery Texter (another one of his girlfriends at the same time as us) was “decorating” his car. She used wash off temporary paint to write “cheater” “asshole” and “douchebag” all over his car. She wanted to be a part of the plan, but didn’t want to face him.
She came into the bar and we all hugged each other, cried and high fived each other. We celebrated and drank one last shot “To Rockstar” and clinked our glasses together in unity.
The Single Mom