Dear Matthew: I have a

Dear Matthew:

I have a confession to make. Tonight I spent more than an hour chatting with another man. It was all friendly banter, I promise we didn’t flirt (much), but it made me realize how little you and I talk these days. Did we ever? I wonder. You go to great lengths to send me e-flowers, e-dinners, e-parrots, and I politely say: “thanks, sweetie”, but that isn’t communication.



Let’s face facts: you’re a dog person, I’m a cat person; you lurk, I blog. These are divides we cannot easily bridge. And frankly, the whole Kottke thing creeps me out. What I’m trying to say is: it’s over.

Matthew, there will always be a special place for you in my heart. It may be right next to tuna salad on a squishy Lender’s bagel, but it’s a special place nonetheless. I’ll never forget our time together. I hope someday, when the hurt has faded, we can find a way to be friends.

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