God only knows what nemesis will do next-the first time we got together, he was my English Lit prof-newly hired part-time at a Catholic University, and involvement with students was an absolute no-no. Didn’t phase nemesis-he took me out on dinner dates at a dark, romantic Italian restaurant just blocks off campus. The only way I can excuse that behavior is that I was barely 21 and he 25-and dumb. When we hooked up again 20 years later, no such excuses apply.
I listed the numbers he left on my answering machine on my cell phone under the name “Nemesis”, and I’m gleefully waiting for the cell to ring and the screen to say “Nemesis calling”. Revenge is a dish best served cold...
Subtle!