So from a brilliant but clearly insane performer whose shit I respect, I first receive on MySpace:

"youre hair looks like a hurricane seducing men to rip their shirts off and run into it standing tongues out tasting every wild flinging drop and the look in your eye -im dying to get it, to understand it"

Then when he calls me tonight but I say I'm too exhausted to get a drink, I receive this:

"YOU WERE COLD TO ME I FELT LIKE I WAS TALKING TO SOEM MORON HIGHSCHOOL IDIOT"

Then when I try to message him back some really hard-core Steinem actualized shit, I realize he's blocked me. Which I think is a first. Which I'm kind of excited about. And here's the irony. When I was at Virgin tonight to buy another CD, I ended up buying his as well. Support. The scene.

So I think I'm going to count this as the most serious relationship I've had so far since my divorce. I hope that's okay with everyone. I'm also going to count this as the closest to a blog cliche I've ever come. I hope that's okay with everyone.

Although if we're doing blog cliches, let's not forget the one and only time I fooled around with a married man (after he showed me a picture of his teenage daughter, who clearly was a lovely young woman) which was at the nadir of my self-destructive depression more than a year ago and Oldie McRich Rich turned to me with a look of pure patronizing seduction and said, "Do you have a blog?" Little girl. Do you?

That definitely wins the award. Which is terrible. Because now that I'm remembering it, I guess I'll have to count this as the second most serious relationship I've had.

I am moving on way too fast.