Good Luck

Dear Jane,

I think we know the same John. Your description of his Cuban curls, but he’s not Cuban, although he probably told you he was, his searing, searching glances, the kind that make you feel naked and burnt, the sushi. He picked up the “Would you rather…” question habit from me. I can see why you would say that you thought sex meant nothing to him, but in reality, for him, it’s everything. And he will call you and act as though nothing has changed.

However, my John would never have a dog. My John would lie about his age, but I can’t see him choosing one three years older than he really is—the eternal adolescent.

It was a relief to see the clues that our Johns couldn’t be the same person, but depressing to know there is more than one of the same out there. I’m sorry for both us, and for all the other Janes that cry for them.

Good luck,
-jane