Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Okay, we're going to jump around, so do your best to follow.

22:49 I call my roommate. "We're done." I repeat myself, not to accent the syncopation of the moment, but because my phone sucks. "We're done."

22:38 "Hey, I'm here," says A, from the other end of the mobile.

22:40 I say to my roommate: "Hey, so I'm going to go get A. We're probably going to break up so if you could leave when we get back up here. Oh, and take your cell phone. It shouldn't take too long, and there's no point in your staying outside longer than you have to." Him to me: "Do you want to break up?" Me to him: "Eh, I'm not really the dating sort."

22:52 I reference Irving Goffman (whilst thinking of Mr. Show) as a reason for crossing the street even though I was headed in the same direction as A.

22:46 A says, "Oh, SWS2.1, you're so sweet... which is what makes this so hard," in response to my giving him his gift certificate card for Annual Gift Giving Day which I had mailed to him almost two weeks ago, but received back today as it had bounced back because I failed to include, "New York, NY 100xx" in the address, thus relieving my fear that he might not have come here to break up with me.

22:50 I say to A, "By the way, I got A's on all of my finals." He responds fairly glibly, "Oh, yeah?", supporting my suspicions regarding myself, my new found successes, and his own anomic state.

22:42 I notice that A looks exceptionally nice as we ride in the elevator up to my floor. Methinks he dressed to impress knowing what was impending.

22:49:30 A asks, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply. I notice his eyes are glossy -- wet and reddish. "Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah, I'm fine. Break-ups are hard, that's all."

22:55 I wonder if anal sex has changed in the past two months. Guess I'll find out soon enough.

22:47 He says how that spark... that chemistry isn't there. Perhaps he wants to say, "No za za zoo" ? Part of me doesn't believe him.

22:48 I say that I agree entirely. I say that, more than a lack of chemistry, I think it's mostly bad timing. He agrees. And I do think that it was mostly bad timing.

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