Snippets of conversations:

At an open studio for Alex’s aunt (who did the cover artwork for Neil Young’s “Harvest Moon” album and has the platinum CD to prove it), Kevin and I saw a white cat with black spots.

“Kevin, that cat looks like a cow.” I told him.

“Must have come from Gateway,” he countered.

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“Did you get a haircut?” Alex asked me when I walked in at midnight.


“Oh. It looks shorter in the back.”

I grinned. “I been makin’ out.”

“Bwahahaha,” Alex laughed and said into the phone, “My roommate’s groovy.”

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“Lynn, there is no way you’ll resist sex till you’re married.” Alex proclaimed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You know me, like when I train I’ll say I’m going to run four miles but actually only run two and a half? Well, I figure I’ll need to up my estimate so that when I flake I’ve committed for longer than I actually originally intended.”

“But why even try?” he asked me.

“Well, when I’ve been dating a guy for a while and we’ve been having sex, I get wrapped up in the physicality of it to the point that it clouds every other aspect of the relationship. If my physical needs are being met, then I don’t think about whether my mental and emotional needs are also being sated. Consequently, I stay in unfulfilling relationships longer than I should.”

He nodded. “I can understand that. You’d never hear a guy say what you just said, but it makes sense.”

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Aside: Those who don’t know me very well have congratulated me on my recent embrace of the celibate philosophy. Those who do know me pretty well laughed when I mentioned it. I think someone’s even started a pool…

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“Unrequited sweat is clammy.” Edwin

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Kevin and I were in my rental car in Truckee, stopped at a red light behind someone whose bumper sticker read “What are you looking at, Butthead?”

We were laughing about it when the guy stuck his hand out of his (open) sunroof, gesturing towards us with his index finger and pinkie extended.

“He just told us to f*ck off!” Kevin exclaimed

“Is that what that means?” I asked.

“Well, it sure doesn’t stand for ‘world peace’,” he countered.

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