So the guy with the sitar. Remember the guy with the sitar? I tried making plans with him after the first abortive attempt, but it's been a week and a half now since I've heard from him. I cannot understand this. Why waste an hour of your life talking to me, to say nothing of the sitar business; why ask to stay in contact; why even sort of make plans if you're just going to vanish? How does this serve you? How does this serve any of the men who have vanished after paying attention to me briefly? How is spending an hour or four dates or two weeks in my company and then disappearing pleasurable for anyone? Wouldn't it at least make more sense to do what the Frenchman did and have sex with me a few times first?
I miss the Frenchman, you guys, and it makes me feel like an idiot. I need someone to make me stop thinking of him, but he made me a quiche. It's hard to stop thinking about a man who made you a quiche.