I was just stepping out this afternoon to make a photocopy for class when Jeff called, and he was in the neighborhood, and neither of us had had lunch, so—clearly—we needed to rendez-vous at Blue Ribbon for some nosh. P.S., there is a waiter at Blue Ribbon who really wants you to know about his butt—it is all pert and well supported by his bluejeans. Neways, a duck sandwich and a hummus platter later, we were buying Jeff a vintage lamp for his living room and parting in the rain. I like an impromptu nosh, and I like friends in the neighborhood.

The tangent is: the last time I hung out with Jeff in the ’hood, my hot neighbor E.— because it was a gorgeous day and he was sitting on the front steps of our building with his dogs, looking all hot—saw us and later asked me if Jeff was my boyfriend. Jeff and I both like boys; who does E. like?