My darling LDF is not exactly mine. It’s a truth of which I am constantly aware.
We live far from each other, we are seeing other people, he is a playboy, I am a socialite with an equally full dance card.
We love each other dearly and ardently, but there are other people in our lives.
if the LDF bothered to check my twitter or instagram, he would have seen the outline of LP sitting across from me: on Saturday evening, with two cups of coffee, two small waters, a man in an elegant jacket, his hand holding a phone. I was on a date with my handsome and charming on and off boyfriend of more years than we should count.
I say all of this because I saw something on the LDF’s Facebook that shook me and resulted in one of the weirder exchanges in our entire relationship.
And when I mentioned it later to a couple of friends of mine, they immediately opened with um, aren’t you dating LP . . . And everyone else?!
Yes, but that is not the point.
Here is what happened.