recurring…

…everyone who read this diary back when I used to write in this diary knows the recurring fantasy… the returning alumna… the girl who took a few too many classes for it to be all about the science… the girl whose office hour visits turned into hours of talking about everything but the course… there is always one…. just ONE at a time usually … and I always think…. maybe just maybe…. after graduation… we could get together for a drink or… whatever… and something… anything, really might… “happen”.

Wednesday night. Upscale Manhattan bourbon bar. The good stuff is $25/glass.

This time… Something? Anything?

Might happen…?

Who knows.

dave (doctorsilence.blogspot.com)