My recent review of old letters sent me to Google to find old boyfriends. I’ve done this before without result. Now the Internet is littered with the lovers I have left in my wake.
I only had to search about half an hour to find the blog of Michael D____, former college boyfriend, at blogs.salon.com/biographicalNotesz. He hasn’t updated since November. Hope Ace is well.
This, plus the dozens of hits I get on another ex-boyfriend’s name, Virgil M_____the artist, certainly qualifies me as the Alma Mahler of the blogosphere. (Or, alternatively, as the Blogoslut.) Interesting that both Michael and Virgil’s bios touch on their reactions to the suburbs, my personal domain.
It appears I did not inspire Dave B_____ to follow his dream of being a playwright. In fact, I recall the day at the dorm he came back from the bathroom and announced he had decided to become a Lawyer instead. And so he is, and so might Joey S_____ be. Hmpf. Those boys, such a disappointment to me.
So now I find myself up at 2:43 am tickled beyond measure. It delights me that from Freshman year of college until now Michael’s literary voice has remained the same, just as much as it bothered me last night that my writing doesn’t seem to have progressed since I was in high school. Perhaps that’s what has me too happy to sleep. Perhaps it’s that I heard another familiar voice tonight, Arzaana-fay, planning out what she’ll say to the boyfriend who announced he loved her. Maybe it’s that coupled with the delightful permanent itch of my mid-life crisis. And that I finally mastered power chords with Hole’s Celebrity Skin.
3 responses to “In Which We Are A Muse”
You did not mention Dave graduated from Harvard and Michael from Yale. Either fellow had the potential to be a terrific first husband. Sniff.
Eh, I don’t know about Dave, QM, but that Michael – what a heartbreaker he could be, I’ll bet. A lot of heavy lifting there, but so intriguing, no? I suppose that fits all the requirements for a first husband, because I foresee nothing but heartache with that guy.
QM – I completely missed the fact that Dave graduated from Harvard. The Dave / Michael rivalry runs deep even without me.Rebecca – You know it, sister. Michael himself had such an overabundance of heartache it seasoned even his happiest moments.