The Editor

Out tonight for a friend's birthday. The Editor showed up.

The Editor, you ask? A boy from October. He kind of loved me, and that was just the problem. I like him. He is very cool. He has it together, a serious job, he knows people.

Tactless? 'He knows people.' There is something alluring about a man who is in a certain position. Is it terrible that I get the whole Donald Trump business now? How does he get all these ladies? Ohhh, I get it.

Yep.

So. The Editor. He is a very nice guy. But drunkenly one night he kept saying how he loved me, and since I have this silly problem being in a functional relationship, it clearly couldn't work. Plus, The Boy was in the picture at the time (albeit only in text form), and The Editor knew. And was jealous.

But tonight. The editor bought me a drink. And there was a moment at our mutual favorite dive bar. A moment of...I'm not sure. I don't necessarily want to go back down this road. But.