Oh, and

This random guy just called me perhaps catching the scent of my desperation in tonight's lovely cool breezes. I used to see him almost every day on my way to work, passing like ships in the night always headed in the opposite direction. I saw him so often I thought of him as my dedicated surveillance. He started out married but about a month or so ago during our stop and talk, he mentioned he was getting divorced, had been living with his sister, and was moving to another store so we wouldn't see each other on the way to work anymore. Oh well, I thought. Then he asked for my number so we could talk sometime. I'm pretty sure I made up a boyfriend on the spot but somehow or another it was agreed my boyfriend allowed me to have friends. Oy, I'm bad at this. Who calls a girl with a fake boyfriend after 9 on a Friday night? He didn't leave a voicemail so perhaps I'm golden. This human condition--compels me to seek company but needles me with conditions.