2001:September:24
9.24.2001

A side effect of the terrorist attacks is that I feel kinda unsexy these days. I wonder if anyone else feels the same. It just feels kind of hollow to put energy into attractiveness. But Adam has never looked more yummy. Last night we walked up to the victory, all cozy-sweater-auttumn-crunchy nighty, and had a burger and fries on their leafy patio. Some nights that is the perfect thing to do, esp when you haven't ben spending a whole whack of quality time together, and just want to walk with your hands in each other's pockets and tell funny stories.

There was this awesome baby there that made both of us emit aaaawwww from the deepest, most primal part of our reproductive beings. So we indulged our maudlin selves and started to talk, I am embarassed to say, about if we ever had a kid, what we would name it. Henry, for your information, is a terrible name for a boy, I think, and Imogen is nice for a girl, but hard to call her repeatedly to 'come inside, now.'
But then, a friend came by, and we both knew he had recently been left by his wife, but neither of us had called him cuz he was not too close to us, but when we saw him, we both immediately felt guilty.
He told us the story of how she had been working on a movie really late hours, and one day she told him she had met this "younger" man (26 year old vs our friend's 40) and was in love and was going to leave him.
They haven't spoken since. He said a week before they had been trying to get pregnant, and he had no sign that things were deteriorating. Then his friend joined him and said he had been left by his fiancee who was now sleeping with his roomate. Both of them were on their way to get plastered and talk disparagingly about chicks.
How can you not have any warning about something that horrible? Our couply-bubble got burst last night and both of us were spooked and saddened by their stories, whispering: "that could never happen to us, right?"

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