Me: If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were happy couple.
Her: (long pause) We were.
Thanks for all the well-wishes; got me through a rough day. Worked until 1AM on my birthday. S’ok cause I did a lot of living this past weekend.
SX came up from Philly to see me and I showed her my city.
Saturday night we hit up a party that my friends Paolo and Cindy threw for me. Do you remember that last scene from It’s a Wonderful Life where Geroge can’t believe all the people that came out for him? Sorta how I felt.
On Sunday, SX and I grab brunch around the way. Then she gets ready to go. It’s terribly sad. Terribly. My self-sabotaging’s pretty much train on time.
Her: It’s funny, I feel like we’re breaking up and we were never together. Who knew I’d find a 35 year-old womanizer appealing? (pause) I like you, Logan.
Me: I like you too.
Her: (pause) Will you write about me?
Me: I like to keep some of my private life private. (pause) Do you want me to?
Her: (long pause) Yes. I want you to write about this weekend.
This weekend I had a beautiful girl come visit me for my birthday and we had an absolutely amazing time. But I discovered that I’m a lousy womanizer. Cause Paul and I stick to two rules:
- Never lie.
- Always leave people better off having met you.
Causea rule one, I never know if somea these people that cross my Venn Diagram’ll cross them again. Causea rule two, I tell SX that she should be with that other guy because he can be there for her and I can’t – then again, I’m no one’s careful consideration.
I sighed this past weekend and SX asked me what I was thinking. I just smiled and shrugged.
But what I was thinking was that, My head knows I’m doing the right thing but it’s never my head that pays the price.
She picked up her bag, shut the door, and walked away.
And here I am again.
Location: 22:23, 57th and 8th Avenue
Music: There’s a somebody I’m longing to see