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"  Still no word from the editor yet, though he did tell me it may take him a few weeks to get back to me. It&amp;#039;s like waiting for your SAT scores\u2026if the SAT quizzed you on the dirty. In the meantime, I have plenty to deal with between Ashley and Fedora Guy, and Jen and any guy but her gross ex. Ashley has been dodging Fedora Guy&amp;#039;s phone calls ever since the great flaccid penis disaster of 2012, and now Peter is on me about it.  &amp;quot;Listen, I don&amp;#039;t like to get involved with this kind of stuff because I&amp;#039;m not a 15 year-old girl,&amp;quot; he said to me as we sipped our drinks at the bar. &amp;quot;But apparently Ashley is blowing James off, and I think he&amp;#039;s just wondering what&amp;#039;s up.&amp;quot;  I took a big, healthy swig of my wine. &amp;quot;&amp;#039;Up&amp;#039; is a very choice word.&amp;quot;  Peter narrowed his eyes at me, confused. Ashley didn&amp;#039;t tell me not to tell him, so I filled him in.  &amp;quot;Wow,&amp;quot; Peter said, once I&amp;#039;d finished.  &amp;quot;Uh-huh,&amp;quot; I agreed. &amp;quot;Is that a, um, regular issue for him?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Jesus, Josie, I have no idea. It was probably just a one time thing.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well, I think it was one time too many for Ashley.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Doesn&amp;#039;t surprise me,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s probably for the best.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What does that mean?&amp;quot; I asked, suddenly defensive of Ash.  &amp;quot;She&amp;#039;s just immature, and it doesn&amp;#039;t surprise me that her way of dealing with the situation is to ignore it. I don&amp;#039;t think it&amp;#039;s right to go radio silent on someone like that.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;So your friend stalks around the room for half an hour like a petulant child who can&amp;#039;t get his toy wound up, then waves his freak flag way too early by asking a girl\u2014the very first time they ever sleep together, I might add\u2014if he can wear her used underwear, and my friend is the one who is immature?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You know what, let&amp;#039;s get the check, I think you&amp;#039;ve had enough.&amp;quot; Peter&amp;#039;s tone changed, so curt and sharp it cut like a knife.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve had half a glass of wine,&amp;quot; I said, defiantly.  &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#039;ve had enough then,&amp;quot; Peter signaled the bartender, who brought us our bill. He signed it with a flourish, then stood. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll get you a cab.&amp;quot;  I couldn&amp;#039;t believe this was how the night was ending. I&amp;#039;d never known Peter to be anything but laid back and, as cheesy as it sounds\u2014a gentleman\u2014and this new, nasty side of him was really unsettling to see. I had to quicken my pace to catch up to him as he strode out the door of the restaurant.  As we stood on the curb, waiting for a cab, I felt completely torn. Part of me wanted to say something, anything, that would soften the expression on Peter&amp;#039;s face. But the other part of me felt indignant\u2014how dare he insult my friend, who hasn&amp;#039;t done anything wrong? Also, it was a low blow to pull the immature card, and it felt like it was his way of taking a dig at me. Sorry for not being 36 years old and the most mature person on the planet. He knows he has a decade plus on me, and if he can&amp;#039;t handle it, then what the hell is he doing with me?  By the time a cab pulled up, I had worked myself into full &amp;quot;fuck you&amp;quot; mode, and could have cared less about smoothing things over.  &amp;quot;Have a great night, Peter,&amp;quot; I said, sarcastically, and slammed the cab door shut before he could respond. I had a momentary flash of regret when I saw his expression through the window\u2014the anger was gone from his face, and all I could see in its place was hurt, and pain. My heart swelled, but it lasted for all of a nanosecond before his expression hardened again, and then the cab darted into traffic, and he was gone from my sight.  I leaned my head against the seat, suddenly exhausted. I felt exactly like I did when I was 19, when Eric and I had our first few fights\u2014after every one, I was sure we were over, and I was devastated. Even though Peter and I have been spending a lot of time together, and things have been going well, I still didn&amp;#039;t know, know him. I had no idea what his post-fight MO was. What if we really did never speak again?  Am I just thinking worst-case scenario over here? As much as I want to put this little disagreement behind us, I feel like Peter owes me an apology. He came out of nowhere with that backhanded comment about Ashley, and took this conversation to a place it didn&amp;#039;t need to go. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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