Last night The Roommate and I decided to go have a couple drinks at a nearby bar. We swore we would not have a repeat performance of our last visit to this bar, but we put the troops on standby just in case.

Inside, we saw D's Ex, who works there. He came over, greeted us and gave us the requisite "where the hell have you two been?" We made small talk and said we'd talk more later. When we were ready to leave, I looked around so we could say goodbye, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Later, at home, I started thinking about D's Ex. D and I used to tell each other everything. All our hopes, dreams and dirty little secrets. When D and the Ex first started dating, D didn't tell me anything about it. I actually found out from someone else who thought I knew. D's Ex was still in the closet then and I guess he felt the need to protect him and his secret.

Finding out the way I did was hurtful, but I wasn't mad a D. I was mad at the Ex. D would put us in situations and try to get us to interact and I just retreated. The Ex eventually started inching his way out of the closet, but I was still standoffish to him and never made an effort to get to know him. It was petty and immature of me. When I looked at him, I saw the mistrust I had for D. I constantly questioned if he was keeping other things from me.

Truth be told, the Ex was and is a pretty swell guy. He is completely charming and friendly. He can talk to anyone. He is also very loyal to those he loves. Although I never let him get close to me, I watched him with his other friends. If they needed it, he would give his last dollar to a friend. He has a very big, generous, loving heart.

Today, I drove to the bar hoping he would be working the afternoon shift. I walked in and saw him behind the bar. He got me a beer and I drank it quickly as I listened to Beyonce warble the national anthem at the Super Bowl. After I finished my beer, he asked if I wanted another. I told him no and asked if he had a second to talk. He said sure and met me in a deserted corner of the bar.

He looked at me with curiosity as I took a deep breath and dove on it. I told him I owed him an apology.

"I've not always been the nicest guy to you."

I went on to explain why I never took the time to get to know him and why I was always aloof and unfriendly towards him. He said he always got the vibe I never liked him but didn't know why. I told him that I actually did like him, but I just needed someone to blame. As unfair as it was, I chose him. We went on to talk about where we both were at that time: he uncomfortable in his own skin; I doubtful of my friendship with D.

"Well...I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry." He thanked me and we hugged goodbye. As I walked to my car, I realized for the first time in quite a while, I felt good about something. I felt like I did something right for a change.