When I was grown, I married and ended up divorced. I was raising my son Eric and one of the guys who bullied me in school asked me out saying, “I hear you’re divorced now and I was wondering if we–”
I responded by saying, “Stop right there! I had nothing but crap from you in school. I wouldn’t date you if you were the last man alive either.”
He said, “Well we were just kids–you should be over that!”
I said, “Two years isn’t long enough. You’re in my past and you are staying there. Bye.”
I then shut the door in his face. Dad asked me what that was about.
My response was, “Getting the garbage out.”
He said, “Oh…Okay.”
Note: If you were a bully as a kid, it really is not a good idea to go around trying to ask the victim out–especially when you were one of the ones that tormented him/her for the whole 12 years of school don’t ya think? Well at least he didn’t play the “selective memory card” as in saying “I don’t remember that. I’m sorry.” I felt very empowered after that day in 1983.
