Conversations from work tonight (customers):
Table 5–I walk up with the dinner silverware.
girl: I just want to make sure it’s cool with you.
guy: yeah.
girl: I mean, because it wasn’t cool with my last boyfriend and I just need to know.
I walk away.
Table 3a–I’m bussing their appetizers. A man and a woman in their late fifties or early sixties.
man: what’s that say on your arm?
me: This [pointing to my left arm] is from Lord Jim…
man: Ahh. And the other arm?
me: That’s my mom’s name.
An hour later refilling decaf
man: What’s that say? What’s …

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, …

So, check this:
L. doesn’t write me back unless I write something in the blog about her. I didn’t hear from her for a few days last week and I wrote something about her here and she responded. It was a nice response and I thought we would be able to hang out and it would be cool. We wrote back and forth a bit then I sent a playful email about how we should just fuck, you know, since there’s no risk of heartbreak or things getting weird now.
Nothing. Nothing …