Having coffee at Jamie’s, by the window, occasional glances at the passers by on main St, scanning the NY Times. Patty served me after being introduced by Sam from the general Store. She was complaining, “I’m 34 why do I only get set up with 24 y.o. guys?” Sam’s cue.

Of course I’m not known as the Alaskans anything now. I’m the recent ex…recent enough to still wonder what happened. Unclear what precipitated the break-up. My past experience in NYC is that there’s usually someone else. People get bored, no matter how wonderful you may be, the grass is always greener. Invariably all that’s happening is a change from rye to bluegrass. When the Alaskan said it was over, it came from nowhere. There was no inkling, although she’d even admit she’s a difficult one, and although the saying goes past history is no guarantee of future results, in relationships that is untrue. She has a history of short term relationships, most lasting mere months, and the less time spent together, the duration of the coupling, measured in months is longer. Long distance relationships are even preferable for duration. Our relationship was full and seemed content, directed and good for both.
She wants, as she put it a few weeks ago in a text “Time alone, I do like you in my life but I can’t commit right now, I want time alone” The words “time alone” were repeated 3 times. So even a complete idiot can figure out the essence of the message, leave me alone. So the Alaskan has all the cards. So will she make an attempt at a return? Who knows, I mean at this point I don’t know and she doesn’t either.
My opinion of the Alaskan is heavily influenced by the fact that I’d prefer she was in my life right now. I’m alone, and enjoy the company of others. When I meet some other attractive athletic blonde girl, my type, I’ll be as happy as a clam. ( BTW what makes a clam the metaphor for joy?)