Last week I went to a party for my friend H.O., who had just published her first book of poetry. I spent half an hour flirting with her very cute and smart and funny friend L. (last name unknown). As I was leaving, I took H.O. into a side room and asked her what the story was with L. She said, “He’s my boyfriend, but I’m breaking up with him tomorrow.” It was only then that we realized he was standing in the doorway and had heard the whole thing.
Maybe I should give him a call, since he’s single now and everything.