simple things always make you smile

today's communication was especially rich. The week in summary: his "intense" attempt for a reunion in the parking lot of my gym, fueled by reasons that were all about him and dinner. A follow up email saying i needed to stop holding him to a few stupid things he said when he was confused.

And today, another thoughtful note. He was at Einstein's this weekend, having a bagel. (Perhaps one of the ones wrapped around a hot dog?) Four women walked in and sat at the table next to him and all of a sudden he had a revelation. That's his alternative. Women who talk about stupid things and laugh too loud. He doesn't want that. He's made a mistake. He wants me back. He thinks. He's still trying to clear his head because he has to make sure he isn't going to ever do something to hurt me again. but he's pretty sure.

he's never been one to look at things from all sides, so this makes perfect sense. of course, these four loud women suddenly represented all females. to him, it really just is that simple. until, of course, he's faced with four supermodels or four goth 20-somethings, and then he'll be thrown for a total loop as he reconsiders his options.