January 6, 2015
We didn't date enough for me to think of him as anything more than someone to have dinner with and kiss a little before I turned and went inside my building, leaving him to struggle with his pants on his subway ride downtown. But now we're friends, and he's showing me photos of the girl into whose apartment he gained entry after the first date. "Why wasn't it easy like that with you?" he asks. Since he's being marginally dickish I'm tempted to say something rude about the girl's looks. Instead, I don't say a thing, which says much more.