V. funny guy-pal, N, in strange moment of sincerity, tried to offer his own bit of unsolicited J advice. As Concerned Roommate once said, "I hate meddling friends. Anything that's for my own good just sucks." Indeed.
N: Having J's babies yet?
H: Oh, stop it. It's not like that.
N: Right. You're just... "friends."
H: Friends without quotation marks, thank you.
N: Maybe you should take some time off being friends-without-quotation-marks. Two or three weeks. You know, put some distance between you. Distance can be a really great aphrodisiac.
H: Two or three weeks? I'd be crazy-lonely.
N: So? Worst-case scenario, you'd be lonely for a couple of weeks. Best case, he gets lonely, too and wakes his ass up...
H: I'm not going to play some silly game hoping he'll miss me and then fall madly in love with me. I'm not that silly.
N: You? Silly? Never.
H: Shut up. Besides, the best I can hope for is a good drunken roll in the hay. My plan is to get knocked up and trap him in a loveless marriage. It's very Jerry Springer, I know, but so much more realistic than Happily Ever After.
N: Good luck with that.
H: Thanks.
Also discussed mutual J/Fish Thanksgiving plans with N. Said J and I were one step away from getting hitched and producing offspring.
J: What are you doing for Turkey Day?
H: I have an open holiday invite at E's folks' house in CT. But I haven't really decided.
J: You're coming home with me, then.
H: Um, that's really nice, but shouldn't you be asking your mother before bringing home strays?
J: They would LOVE to have you. You know that! And I just called my dad and he insists you come. It'll be fun. You can meet the rest of my family. And the night before, we all meet up at this pub and get silly drunk. You'll love it!
H: Well...alright then. That sounds great.
J: Done and done!
Oh God. Perhaps am really headed for psychiatric facility as result of the Almighty playing cruel joke on silly Fish. Please, let me meet the rest of your family so I can find just one more reason why I can never get rid of you. Not that have any desire to forget J. Am inclined not to worry about it, thinking perhaps will occur naturally over time. Like v. sad way in which have lost lovely summer tan. One day will wake up and realize J adoration has faded and will think to self,
Self, didn't you used to be tan?
Don't you mean, didn't I use to love J ever-so-desperately?
Oh, yes. That, too. I got distracted by my glowing white skin.
You're over it.
Over what?
Exactly.