I hope she doesn’t know he’s married.  Because I hope he never had to talk about me.  The thought of them being "together" bothers me less than the thought of him being all like ‘my wife was hot and fun when we married but...’. 

Which reminds me, I paid Eric upfront for six months out of his account today.  I don’t think he’s the kind of guy who will cut  me off but I didn’t think he was the kind of guy who would dive headfirst into some Swedish girl’s pants as soon as we got off the plane, so what do I know.   

I don’t know for sure that it’s Miss Soder blog girl, some of the details add up, others don’t.  It’s probably her but I don’t know. Our conversation didn’t exactly include names and personal particulars.  More curse words and screaming.  Is that the last conversation I’m ever going to have with him?   I want to know so that I can call her up and say just so you know, I’m really fun and cool.  And maybe I’m about to have an affair with my personal trainer who is way hotter than my sloppy seconds you ended up with.  Just so you know.