I got an e-mail from E.S. with the subject heading “I want my sock!” It was an extraordinary piece of writing, full of forgiveness and warmth and wit. If anything could make me fall in love with him, it would be this e-mail.
Unfortunately, it couldn’t.
My friend L.N. pointed out that if this were a novel, I would end up marrying him.
Would that things were that simple.
Clearly, what’s called for is an orgy.
So I’m going to one tomorrow.