my friend dasha called me a week ago to tell about one more painful breakup she was going through.
we talked boys and i mentioned leroy very carefully not to hurt her feelings.
however i didn't succed in that and dasha complained, 'how come it always works like that for you? if you date somebody that's something worthful, serious! and with me it's a complete disappointment most of the time. they all turn out to be douche bags or married. teach me! how do you find boys?'
'you're exaggerating,' i said, 'it's not always serious. remember my japanese affair with nijo.'
'artem, alexander, leroy - is that not enough? for all the nerve!' she exclaimed.
i only smiled then at the though of leroy in that list of main men of my life. i tried to imagine him becoming as important and i could think of it. not back then but in future.
and now we're off. so silly and stupidly.
i remember about the conversation and though of calling dasha to please her with news.
although it's half past five in moscow - not the best time for a call.
damn it.
i'd better go ask jarred about how to call a plumber cause the sound of my toilet leaking is getting on my nerves.