What we talk about when we talk about love

I met Guillemette at the opening of Bombay Talkie, an Indian-themed restuarant on 9th. We didn't get there early, but did arrive before they ran out of glasses. We sipped a champagne and grapefruit out of flutes. The food was also in short supply. Guillemette suggested it was because we were on the second floor, hidden in a corner.

We talked about the rise in popularity of cheese in America and about journalists missing in Iraq. We caught up about friends we have in common and then talked about friends in our pasts. And then we talked about relationships, which lasted until we had to part. She said she found it surprising that Bush or Kerry would introduce their wives as their best friends. She said that in France, to call your significant other a best friend would be considered an insult. Friendships and relationships are viewed separately and are so treated separately.

At eight, we left the party. Guillemette noted some shabbily dressed people and surmised they were journalists. She had a dinner party to attend, and I have a night of work ahead. I walked her to her dinner as we finished our conversation. As we parted, she said that she its hard to talk about current relationships with people. She said that the emotions, and the ideas contained therein, change so rapidly that it's impossible to stay consistent when talking with friends about them. And yet, sometimes it seems so hard not to talk about them.

The night was clear and cold, but I didn't notice the chill. Maybe it was the alcohol keeping me warm. I walked home for the excercise and to let the air clear my head. It took less than an hour. Posted by eku at January 7, 2005 8:58 PM