I just got off the phone with the Shill. On the one hand, I’m totally gloating because I’ve been saying since 1994 that this dude we went to college with was madly in love with her. On the other hand, he hasn’t talked to her in ten years. Why would he email her out of the blue to confess his love and his sadness that he’d heard she’d gotten married?
Menfolk, this is what I need help understanding. What are you thinking when you tell a woman, long after it’s too late to do anything about it, that you used to love her and still morn that you never got together? Do you think we’ll find this flattering? Do you think we’ll suddenly be all like “Well, praise Jesus, I just happen to have some divorce papers right here. Let me sign them and run away with you!”
Don’t get me wrong. I can understand the whole “We run in the same social circles and sometimes there’s some weird awkwardness and part of that is because I used to really like you and even though I’m over that, I still get wistful” conversation. It’s unpleasant, but we know each other; we’re actively friends; so sometimes you just have to say that shit so that you can acknowledge it and move the fuck on.
I mean the whole “I haven’t spoken to you in years, but I’m going to take my one chance to admit my feelings, even though nothing can come of it.” What do you think is going to come from that?
Do women do that? I used to have a huge crush on Andy Kulak in college. I pined for him epically. I never told him, which was stupid. But I haven’t spoken to him in ten years. I’m not going to look him up on the internet and drop him a line just so I can tell him I used to love him. I have no desire to do that. I hope he’s fine and happy and has a good life.
I’m not a part of it. I don’t feel bad about that. I don’t wish things were different. I don’t think about him often, except when I’m talking about college with the Shill. If we ran into each other in Starbucks and recognized each other, that might be cool. But I have no desire to search him out and contact him.
So, I don’t really get the motivations of people who do.
Obviously, the Shill doesn’t either, so she’s asked me to ask y’all: What the fuck?