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Hi Elle,

I don't mean to be rude, catty, etc., but I just wanted to let you know that I find it irritating that you're discussing my relationship with Josh on your website, and making assumptions about how either of us feels for the other.

Christine | 3.03.03


Good morning, Christine. I hope you realize that you will be tremendously disappointed when they discover the center of the universe and it isn't you.

Being that you haven't been privy to the occasions which sparked the commentary after the first paragraph, you are quite mistaken in assuming that anything thereafter applies to you. Although, seeing as how that managed to get an unexpected rise out of you, I must admit to no small amount of amusement at the accomplishment.

Elle | 4.03.03


I think I sort of got the same impression she did about it, but didn't bother to say anything because I was sort of dealing with my own crap at the time.

But since it's come up, it would be great if our conversations about my personal life (or the resulting advice) didn't make it into a public forum. I'd prefer if people didn't read things about me that have been filtered through three layers of text, with all the incorrect impressions those can add due to lack of context.

Josh | 4.03.03


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the first rule of love

25 February 2003  

So my favorite Josh is having girl troubles, and being the battle-hardened veteran, I gave him my one original piece of advice: In a romance, one person loves more than the other. The trick to a good romance is making sure that it’s not always the same person.

For all the care people lavish on each other, sadly some people are emotional leeches. And others are too afraid that they’ll never have anything else, so they feed those needs. It’s a symbiosis born in hell, that’s for sure, and as A.P. told me once over a Taco Ole platter, “A guy shouldn’t marry one woman without fucking at least two.”

In St. Louis, Dan and I were privately aghast at the chutzpah displayed by some of the wives present. How insecure do you have to be when you’re unable to let your husband play video games with his buddies? Why do you have to tag along, knowing full well that two, three hours into the fun, you’re going to bitch to him about (insert flimsy reasoning here) and make him take you home. How is there any good in that?

This is not to say that there weren’t more amiable spouses or significant others there; the good doctor let me be kidnapped for the weekend, and S.F. amused herself by getting into a discussion about SSRIs and the like with Mef. I suppose it just intrigues and saddens me at how some people will settle for the sure thing, no matter how godawful it may be, because they’d rather not be lonely.