The Last Word

I had planned on going back to Turkey to see Emino. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it would make matters worse. But there was nothing else going on in my life. I knew Podunkville would be depressing and I would need a drug to make me feel better. That drug would be sex.

In the meantime, while looking for a college girlfriend I found one of my best friends instead. We had biked together. We hiked together. We went on trip together. We saw concerts together. We read the same books, shared the same views. I went to his wedding. Then I went to Asia for a year and he moved to another state. As I thought his marriage didn't last. I couldn't be happier and neither could he. We're making plans to stay together. Although at the moment he's on the coast and I'm in Podunkville. The obvious (sex) isn't happening, but to some people this doesn't seem to make a difference. I guess it's the thought that counts and the double standard.

Thanks to a little investigation through Facebook, Emino got wind of this. He emailed me from Indonesia. "I am fucking little girls. How do you like that?" There were more hurtful words that made me immediately take his name off Facebook and Yahoo Messenger. "Thank you, I thought, for making me see what an asshole you are!"

I guess he thought it was alright he fucked others, but not if I did. He could have ended this in a nice way, if he wasn't such a liar. He could have been honest in the beginning and not just with me. But I had the ace of spades. I had Jennifer phone number. When Emino was trying to get a visa to the States, Jennifer had written a letter in his behalf. Emino showed it to me and when he went to work I copied down her number. I figured it would come in handy some day.

I called her. As I've told you before, she knew nothing about me or any of the others. What I didn't know was that she was just there this past December. While I was there in November he had torn up a love letter Jennifer had given him and a picture of the two of them together. He had told me that I was the only woman in his life now. (Although, I still knew he would eventually marry a Kurdish virgin.)

But Jennifer was more shocked. She was shocked that I knew so much about him. I told her he was in Indonesia at the moment - a place she didn't want him to go. I told her I could send her intimate pictures and emails he sent me telling me how much he missed and loved me. She wished I had told her sooner. She said we should fly there together to confront him- remember she works for Delta. I like her, but I don't want to see him again.

After I got off the phone I emailed Emino and told him what I did. "Have a good life." He should have known better than to mess with a woman that has an imaginary machine gun."