I’ve been nursing a little obsession with last week’s season finale of The Office, which ended with a really lovely and gut-wrenching scene between two coworkers who flirt constantly, despite one of them being engaged to someone else.
It rang kind of true to me. If I were to write a book about my romantic life from 1992 to 2002, the title of that book would have been Let’s Just Be Friends. (Chapter Three: “Um, I think I might have forgotten to mention I already have a girlfriend?”)
This is just by way of saying thank you to Sandy, who was not the least bit interested in just being friends with me.