Posted February 22nd, 2004 by Michelle

I may have effectively ended a friendship tonight.

I have (or had, we’ll see) a friend in my life whose half truths finally added up to a level of ugliness that I am no longer able to ignore. Everyone tells these little white lies, or lies of omission- I mean, most people do, even if it is to telemarketers when you fib about having to run out the door at the very moment they call. I do it, I know I do. But there are lies to salespeople and then there are lies to those you love. This friend is so charming, so eloquent, so articulate that his lies are prettier than other people’s truths, and while I didn’t choose to believe him, neither did I contradict him. I just let his honeyed words work their way through the room.

But now, surrounded by good people, and loving lots of good people, I don’t want to bother with him anymore. Rather than not returning his phone calls I wrote him a detailed email, complete with examples and dates (if you can believe that) to support my belief that he not thoroughly honest. It would be terrific if he takes responsibilty for any of it. I actually hate to lose him as a friend. But the way things are, I could never talk to him again and I’d be largely okay about it.

In other news, I’m still in New York as the start date for my new job has suddenly become elastic. It’s currently still stretching, and I have no exact idea when this will all begin. So I’m here until Wednesday, and what a wonderful, wonderful trip it has been. I had a terrific time in some of my favorite East Village haunts last night, including the infamous “Sleep Late” bar where my companion of the evening whipped my butt at darts. Considering I was never in a frat, and thusly never had a dart board in my bedroom hanging from a closet door, I held my own. I didn’t win a game, but nor were my losses really ugly. At least, if memory serves. And tonight my mom and I saw Sean and Jordi in another show. They were brilliant, and like my dad says, clearly belong in a different league of tennis players.

Only two more days here, and I don’t know how I want to fill them. I’m hoping to finally see Ian and Tess. I’m hoping to actually get my incredibly chubby butt to the gym. But maybe I’ll just stay in Queens all day and beg Sean to make omeletes and french toast. Man, can that guy make french toast.

If you say ANYTHING about “freedom” toast, you are univited to my blog.