The communication with L. last week was quiet–a few emails Monday or Tuesday and then not much. Even early in the week it was telling that things weren’t quite the same…for both of us.

“I’ll send her a message and see,” I said to Adrian, Saturday. “I’m no a doomsayer. I am losing interest, yes, but…I’ll send a message.”

The message was followed with an obligatory call (voicemail) and I returned with an obligatory response (voicemail) and then nothing.

And it’s fine because what do we really have to talk about? She’s funny, charming, beautiful (so fucking beautiful - I did get some nakedness on Sunday and that was super rad) and I hope we can hang out, but it wouldn’t have worked. No way.

I like ugly girls who like sad books.

Maybe she met someone and when that inevitably fails she’ll call me and we can fool around and laugh and be retarded.

But what I did learn from L. is that I like happy girls who laugh easy. L. is fun and I’ll miss that the most.