Epilogue

Dan and his girlfreind have broken up. For good. Despite my anti-relationship campaigning "Ah, the freedoms of single life! The herpes is a bitch, but you can't have it all!" - I get kind of happy when people hook up. You drop one liners slandering all that is love by day, but still kind of feel warm inside by night. Not so much for your wit and wisdom but because falling in love these days seems like defying the odds. And it's nice to know that people still do it. Like square dancing and the kinds of things you thought left the building hand in hand with Elvis.

Can't say I wasn't slightly disappointed when they got together, because couples are as a rule Very Boring People, but then she started bringing rolls and cakes, and then all was forgiven, somehow. They were good rolls.

Miffed about the break-up as well. You know how some single parents wait some five-six months before bringing home their new partner to meet their kid? I'm that kid. Though slightly larger and less apt to be considered cute when I poke plastic marbles up my nose. Oh, I know the world doesn't revolve around me. But I don't know if I feel comfortable disclosing the feelings of others in a blog, so forgive me if it tends to get a bit one-sided.

Maird. It's just not right. They really were good rolls.