01 When it comes to relationships, I’m constantly calculating and rationing out my affections. How much do I put into this person? Does he or she appear as interested in me as I am in them? Who is it that’s making the phone calls and initiating meet-ups? How do I stand in relation to them and our other, mutual friends? When we talk am I a sounding board for all of their problems or do they take the time to ask me how I am, in order to show that they care? In other words, am I made a priority?
K.’s recent post resonated with me in this respect. I think we all do it to some extent. In romantic relationships I can imagine these tendencies being amplified a hundredfold; but luckily, me and B. are pretty equal in how into each other we mutually are.
02 I talk to B. for hours every night and at lunch. He is interesting and smart and patient and liberal and devoted and so well fitted to me that it kind of deeply freaks me out. YOU DEAR, SWEET MAN, COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE REAL?
03 Still nuts for football. I want to quit my job and watch this sport forever. :(( Drunken caterwauling with Em outside and inside of sports bars need to happen when I next come to Chicago.
