Tuesday, July 19, 2011


Last night I had ice cream with Colbie. It was awkward like meeting your favorite missionary companion is after the mission is awkward. During your time together, in the mission or at the temple, you have a purpose in common. You both want to serve in a chosen way, and you have fun together in that service. But when the service is over and you don’t have that in common anymore, something feels like it’s missing and you wonder what else you have in common, and in Colbie’s case, there’s not much.

Conversation between us last night was tentative and halted. I think she came, like I did, with a genuine desire to interact with me again, but after a few minutes, may have wished to be elsewhere. It was a long hour. And she’s not really a hugger either. Her hugs were awkward and stiff. I felt bad for her. I know she’s a genuinely nice person, and she’s more of a pleaser than I am. I don’t think I’ll subject her to that again. If we hang out again it will have to be with other people. I think I’m over my Colbie phase.

questions I wish I could ask

Dear MJ,

Do you ever linger over memories of me? Do you ever consider what it would be like to be close to me again? Do you think it's possible?

When you look back (which I believe you rarely do) did you love me?

No response necessary for now.

Your old pal,

Monday, July 18, 2011

addendum to Alex's hot list

How could I have forgotten Susanna Hoffs? Then again, maybe I'll just make a separate list of women and their guitars. Because how sexy is a woman playing guitar?

And she has a very sexy guitar.

What the Bangles used to look like:

And what they look like now: