Desire, Undercover

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One really never knows what goes through either the heart or the mind of another.

Post-inscription
Originally Presented
to The Honourable
Geoffrey Dow
In January 2006
(inscribed July 9th 2006)
Merry "X-Mas" G-Fry.
Love always,
Laura

I pulled Richard Dawkins' The Ancestor's Tale off the shelf a little while ago, a volume I had not perused since, ( Read more... )

Don't worry, folks, I'm not about to test your patience with another 3,000 worder.

As a mildly ironic counterpoint to the unexpected phone-call from Laura on Wednesday, I had a date scheduled for Thursday. A lunch date, but still ( Read more... )

(In which Young Geoffrey displays his petty side; if you have somehow romanticized me as some paragon of enlightened virtue, just move on to the next post on your list.)
By and large I've been pretty happy these past few months, notwithstanding my inability to meet women who are not either involved or loopy ( Read more... )

I've been contemplating this post - or rather, a less confused variant of it - for a few days now.

Outside of work (where I've been feeling somewhat overwhelmed), last week was a very good one, particularly towards the end of it. I had a lovely (and surprisingly late) evening with one of you, and then on Friday received a surprise call from my ex ( Read more... )

To say this past summer did not turn out as I'd hoped would be a personal understatement much like saying George II's 2003 declaration that major military operations in Iraq were at an end was just a tad, er, premature ( Read more... )

I'd like to think this entry will be incisive and infinitely fascinating to you folks, but that doesn't seem likely - feel free (as though you wouldn't in any case) to just pass on by to the next entry on your friends' list ( Read more... )

It's over. On Tuesday night my heart was cast aside like an unwanted toy. And suddenly, much that had confounded and confused me was made clear; much that I had thought was my fault became more complex, and my own sense of culpability was much reduced, if not eliminated entirely.

In other words, Laura and I have broken up. It gives me some comfort ( Read more... )

In January or February of 2001, I angered my then girlfriend Darcy by snapping my fingers in a light-hearted effort to get her to follow me through a brief break in traffic on Bathurst Street. Darcy did not appreciate the gesture, considering it disrespectful and condescending at best. We walked in tense silence to a bar around the corner, where we ( Read more... )

Laura was out all night again on Saturday ( Read more... )