Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then. I guess not. That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

One pleasant side effect of advancing age and the calloused, indifferent soul it is gradually bestowing on me is that I feel almost relieved instead of disappointed when things fall apart with "inappropriate"* young women.

The all too perfect ones, of course, continue to leave festering sores that only grow with time.

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* - As determined by mutual, not unilateral, decision.