- The delivery guy (a.k.a. "Ulysses", a.k.a. "the one who doesn't like to kiss me") is not, after all, married. Yeah, I know: confusing. Apparently he won't get married again, since it didn't work the first time. Well, that might have something to do with the extracurricular activities that he's pursuing!
- My super-über-terribly-depressed coworker, who broke up with his girlfriend of about a month and a half on Monday night, seems to have recovered nicely. He texted earlier this evening requesting instructions on (my words) appropriate rebound behavior. Oh, to be young and emotionally pliant again.
- The guy to whom Ulysses introduced me about a month ago--let's call him Toby--continues to surprise and occasionally dismay. He's a good guy, extraordinarily easy to talk to, remarkably forthright and refreshingly honest. Really, helpfully, startlingly honest. Sometimes distressingly so. The strangest thing is that he's turning out to be more of a friend than anything else--and that this whole situation is causing no end of problems for Ulysses. Lesson: "The best way to keep your friends is not to give them away." [Wilson Mizner]
- One of my very good friends sees my way through this (whatever 'this' is at the moment) very clearly: he thinks I should start running. Literally. I'm shaking my head and laughing as I write this. I do kind of like the idea, but I want you to not wait by the phone for the news, 'k?
- Another friend is going through a rough time and recently found a connection, or something, with a quotation that I'd posted on the blog (or on Facebook, I'm not sure which). I did notice that it was one of the more heart-wrenching variety and not the head-scratching philosophical sort, and certainly not the snort-inducing silly type. I am glad that he gets something out of what I post; I hope that as time goes on, what seeks him out is less harrowing.
That may be it; I don't know. It's probably enough for now. I'm worn out. Think I'll spend some undiluted quality time with girls for a while.
[title quotation by Lana Turner]