Like, unless it was a photo of their wedding? It ain’t evidence of jack.

It’s astounding, isn’t it? Talk about The Patriarchy Hurts Men Too: I hear way too many stories of men constructing entire fantasy lives out of interacting with the library lady or local cashier. They honestly are so emotionally impoverished that routine politeness becomes an entire garden of delusion.

What?

It’s like a story I think I read here on Jez where a woman found a feather boa in some guy’s room (I think he was a friend of hers) and when she asked about it, he went on and on about how this stripper had given it to him and really seemed to like and connect with him. She couldn’t believe how much emotion and need…

This reminds me of an episode of Mad Men where Sally calls out Don for being flirtatious with one of her friends. He wasn’t being gropey or inappropriate, much more like behaving like somebody in an “old movie,” but he was definitely doing it, reflexively, as his way of attaining female attention. It didn’t register…

Yeah. It’s to reassure themselves that even if they’re too old to realistically impress you, they can still make you uncomfortable and therefore you are a thing, not a person.

Yep. I don’t care how much this guy “needs” to believe his version of events. 

Make sure it’s a really good dose and it’s probably a nice way out.

Broken Leg Syndrome is especially annoying when it’s others trying to force it on you:

 I would guess it was along the lines of a squirrel being so small you used all the bits in a stew or such.

I personally hate them and always have, but I think I was exposed too late. I never had them as a kid and by the time I tried one the glamour had worn off fast food in general.

Ah, I was wrong! Gladly meet up with you at either location at some point!

I’m betting Beth’s Cafe on Greenlake.

Yup. Keep those oily disintegrating abominations off my burger.

Seriously. That rent would have anybody on Capitol Hill bursting out laughing and we aren’t even a cool neighborhood anymore.

And coffeecake or sweet rolls.

Beth’s? 

I swear to God, they boil the bacon. Look at that floppy monstrosity.