dumpling

There was a man at a party that I had not seen in 5 years. Five years ago he told a bunch of people that we slept together and that I was obsessed with him. But we didn't and I wasn't and it made me really itchy mad. I knew the next time I saw him - I was going to rip his face off and humilate him in front of a large group of people. I had planned my revenge to fit different wonderful scenarios: a chance encounter at a restaurant, with adoring friends at a bar, on the street late at night. I had talked this whole thing through with myself.
So, unexpectedly he walks in to the party - avoids me briefly and then does the whole Montreal kissy thing which is supposed to be European but it's not. He tells me that I look exactly the same and I take a deep breath and say, "oh." Then I look away. And the night goes on, like most nights. At one point I have to pass out pink cupcakes to everyone that I have made for the host and I give one to him as well. As I passed to go to the bathroom, I heard him whining about his paper cup and I said, "Oh, maybe the CUP doesn't like you."
And that's it.
Then I walked home by myself through Parkdale in the rain. I went over all the mean things I was going to say to him when I saw him again. When I got home I was wet and all filled up with vehemence. I couldn't get to sleep.