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we'd had a conversation in which he'd described how

he said gently. ""You're still focused on having an interesting

it ended with him deciding it wouldn't work. ""You and I are in such

due to surprisingly divergent relationship priorities. We're decently

but wanted to understand his motives better before doing so. ""Feel free to email or

I texted back that I was open to getting

but dollars to donuts he was still freaking out about it. I was his first-time

but he wanted to have drinks and catch up. I closed my eyes

and texted Mr. ThereItIs to ask when we'd see each other. My

but The Artist never disappoints. If anything

and who has never ceased to fascinate me. It is hard for

such a delicious head-trip. You are the perfect drug.

not yet) -- but definitely in a wow-I-haveto-control-myself-or-I'll-come-off-as-kind-of-puppyish

it had been a couple of months in San Francisco

because nothing is more fun than overanalyzing strong emotions. I

heartbreak city. Cypress city. The place I come to recover

resolving itself step by step into a slice of brightly painted Victorian

hallucination trees. They were so unlike other trees I'd

I've loved the Van Gogh painting ""Starry Night."" I loved the cypresses

and tell you outright that Mr. ThereItIs is Adam. (In this entry