…AND HOW.

Facebook–Dort– my college roommate who lives in Brooklyn–whose daughter sang in a chorus at the 9/11 commemorative event this morning at ground zero. That morning, she and her young daughters were walking to school in lower Manhattan when the planes shot across the sky, and imploded, above their heads. Mom and daughters raced away uptown, fleeing terror, and passed  in front of the local firehouse which used to be  a popular stop for the kids.  All the friendly firefighters perished that day.

Email–Chris– former co-worker and co-laid off friend–about her friend who won ten mil in a scratch off. Irony? He’s a gambling addict who had gradually lost his house and family. Wondering if he’ll get it back now. To lose it again?

Facebook–Bobby—an old high school fling–with whom I shared excellent sex, once on acid and satin sheets. We kept slipping onto the floor and climbing back up, laughing a “laced with speed” release for hours. I think he’s still incarcerated for some alcoholic-related felony but somehow has access to facebook. He’s an Aries narcissist and posts, “hey girl, i still look good and so do you. what’s the name of that bar across from the summit train station?”

Jdate–Someone by the name of “Etyn”.–He’s Sephartic. I’m Irish. We’re both astrologers. He won’t tell me his sign so he must be Scorpio. He wants to “talk” tonight and gave me his number. Don’t know if I can handle this level of intimacy. I may be gradually shrinking from social contact in the traditional sense.  To wit…I’m now talking to myself.

LinkedIn–Isabelle PhD chemist and former ESL student– Both of us have been laid off and connect thru LinkedIn. We’re flirting with actually getting together for lunch. Yikes. I suggested a “ladies who lunch” jaunt at the Short Hills Mall. She’s French and has style. Can we sustain two hours? I’d like to think so.

Crackberry–My quasi-boyfriend of late — and my first in 8th grade, now 30 years hence…I am his transitional other 3 years in and he has little time for me now. Playing the field, chasing skirts, hiding his devices. He deleted me from bbm (blackberry messenger) since I could tell when he would read the message–and not respond. My one regular text was answered briefly. “I’ll call you.” That was at 1. It’s now 9. dick.

Phone—JW, another high school buddy back in my life thanks to facebook. I reminded him to update his LinkedIn profile. He calls me “Susie Cougar” and is trying to set me up with a 30-something fellow car salesperson who is quite the player. Sounds dangerous. Count me in. Who should facebook who?

In-person– Harry, my 17 yr old son—rapid eye to eye, quick face to face. At least i’m privy to his Friday night updates. His plans fell thru and I had none. We’re both home “together”, on different floors. He’s watching a paid per view horror flick which is less than thrilling; I’m about to put on Revolutionary Road.  A healthy dose of disfunction to complement mine.

Text–My ex-husband–asked him to help me dispose of an old mattress which hosted years of a child’s incontinence who’s now in college. Ex said, yes, but manana. How yes can feel like no.

Text—Jenny–a friend who’s 28 and doing her Saturn return, a Gemini with Libra rising, multi-tatooed and pierced, my angel tarot new age consort who disappears like vapor and then surfaces to talk about Mercury retrograde. Off to b n noble to “write”. Do I want to come? Since it’ll never happen, I say, “sure”.

Mind-reading–My dog, Maggie– She knows when i’m considering walking her, tho i’ll be in the kitchen and she, outside. Knowing scratch on door, run to the leash. She reads my moods. I feed her, pet her, free her. We’re good together. But it’s limited by the cross-species issue.

Silence–Want my quasi-guess-ex-boyfriend to call already. This will end in “words” which has somehow taken on a negative connotation, as in, “we had words.” then i’ll wish he hadn’t called. will he? will i pick up?

BBM–My 21 yr old daughter at school at UVM –Hey Mom. How are you? Hope you haven’t been back in touch with douchebag.

Oh mad, I’m lonely. But thanks for caring. You’re the best person I’ve been in touch with today. Queen of my cyber crowd. Love you. Night. “Talk” tomorrow.

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