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Sunday, November 2, 1997
Relationship Babbling
By Paul Ford
The topic of discussion is no longer valid.
Round 2 with Rhonda ends with a technical knockout: after several goes with phone sex and a few sweet letters dashed off, I called her and asked, "why do I feel you drifting?"
"Because it's over," she said.
Oh.
I will do myself the dignity of not writing down my begging shamefulness on the phone, my back arching as I wept and moaned. But when I hung up the sense of horror and loneliness disappeared. All the emotion drained away and the empty space filled with calm, even cheer.
Now that's a killer: did I love her or not? I'm embarassed either way, because if I did I should be mournful, and if I didn't, why did I strip myself of dignity as I pleaded with her not to let us end, only to finish the conversation in indifference?
The simple answer: I'm crazy. Not apeshit, not wacky, not loony, just a little crazy, and I got scared and convinced myself I needed Rhonda back, that nothing else would come along. The complicated answer: I loved her, in a way you love a person you don't love. I think.
And nothing may come along, but that's okay. I have other things to keep my hands occupied.
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