I’ve been seeing a writer. Well, I had been but then he left town on Monday. I had been holding off on reading any of his books. I was worried that I would read something that I didn’t want to know. I wanted to learn who he was by talking to him. But I don’t think he was ever really too interested in talking. There wasn’t anywhere we could begin. So I bought one of his books at Barnes and Noble on my way home the day after I last saw him. I made it about 6 pages before reading the first of what I’m sure will be many heart-sinking declarations he makes about relationships with women. Great. His writing is beautiful though.
