Later he MySpace-linked to my band. Reunion complete. He was so shocked to hear the news, he called me and we caught up. That was like a year ago. We'd still never hooked up in person until Thursday when his disturbingly-named disturbingly-hardcore band was in town. I said I'd go as long as I didn't get peed on.

There's something a bit magic about reunions with people you maintain a strong affection for. It made me wonder about all the intervening years - what's changed? What's sadly the same? He looked cute - different hair I didn't care for, same face, a bit skinnier. Still smoking (I started him on it), still falling in love easily. I'd offered my couch to crash and was surprised when he took me up on it. He came back here and told me he was high on blow. Why didn't I care? For some reason he can wear it.

As I started sleepily making up the couch I mentioned it seemed weird considering my enormous comfy bed. He said he'd stay in the big bed. No sex, we both said, and I knew we meant it. Instead we just curled up, tangled our limbs. He's got a lady in California and he said it made him less lonely for a minute. Me too. Me effin too.