Eileen Davidson: It's a Cheap Shot

What is this, a dinner party or the Spanish Inquisition?

I don’t think I’ve shied away from discussing the details of how Vincent and I met (remember that time when Brandi threw wine in my face?), despite the fact that it really is nobody’s business. Oh and by the way, everyone has moved on! Well, almost everyone...
If a friend wants to “get to know” me, I’m happy to answer anything. Lisa V.’s questions seemed far from friendly, but OK.
It wasn’t just her line of questioning. And I wasn’t just uncomfortable; I was in shock. I felt like she blindsided me, purposely tried to provoke me. It made no sense. Unless it was some kind of passive-aggressive payback for leaving the hotel? That would be silly. Besides, I had explained why we left and apologized profusely. What am I missing?
I was so taken aback that I chose not to confront Lisa V. the night it happened. But I knew I had to resolve this one way or another. I went to Lisa R. to talk it out. She gave me great advice. Actually, the same exact advice I have given her in the past. I realized I needed to say something to Lisa V. If I didn’t, this would just simmer forever and get in the way of having a good friendship with her. I cared about our relationship enough to pull Lisa V. aside and talk this out.
Remember a while ago when I predicted that my need to get everything all out in the open would blow up in my face? Well call me psychic, ‘cause I think it just happened.
I’m going in expecting an apology, something along the lines of, “Oh Darling, I’m so sorry! That was never my intention. Hugs and kisses,” and then we would ride off into the sunset. Not even close. Strangely enough the whole thing got turned back on me!

When I told her how I felt, her answer to me was, “We were alone.” We were not “alone.” First of all, we were sitting at a large table with approximately 30 people, most of them strangers, all in earshot of our conversation. Second, Lisa V. is a very intelligent and worldly woman who has been doing reality TV for six years. It’s not only ludicrous, but highly insulting to me to play the “alone” card. This isn’t The Truman Show. Right? No, but seriously. Lisa V. knows this. She chose to refer to my relationship with my husband of 13 years, the father to my children, as “the affair.” It’s a cheap shot. And she chose the time, and place, and the manner of it. I’d never do that to friend, and I thought that Lisa V. and I were friends. I expected more from her. I'm a real person. With real feelings. And a real family.
I just wanted her to know that she was perhaps being a bit disrespectful, and she ended up being more disrespectful. I felt like she was very dismissive of my genuine feelings. I don’t think she really heard me or thinks she did or said anything wrong. If I did that to a friend, I’d want to know. And I’d apologize, even if insulting them was not my intent.
All I can say is there must be something in the Hamptons water, because seeing Erika in the limo with Lisa V. on the way over, it looks like she’s being grilled as much as I was! Erika even says she thinks Lisa V. “enjoys making people uncomfortable.” Doesn’t sound very friend-like, huh? And poor Erika knows what she’s talking about, because she had to deal with Bethenny scrutinizing her career all throughout dinner. Just when I thought I’d have to compete with Bethenny for the title of “biggest Erika Jayne fan,” Bethenny told Erika her music video looked “cheap,” and, like it was “trying to be like avant-garde and it’s not quite getting it.” Ouch! Maybe this is my Erika Jayne fan-girl coming out, but I totally “get it!” Erika didn’t need my help, though. She dealt with everything being thrown at her faster than you could say “Southampton” with one H. Erika Jayne shut it down in the dance-off that ended in Bethenny ripping her pants. And Erika came out looking like the triumphant dance goddess she is.

A dance off! Maybe that’s how Lisa V. and I will solve our little problem? Or I’ll just steal Erika’s plane and escape before it’s too late!