Dear You Again,
Here's the thing, you are sticky, and not in a good, cinnamon bun way. I wish you no ill, but whenever we have contact, I regret not telling you off, as it might have prevented our meeting. I can make no use of your friendship. It does sound harsh, but, isn't this whole thing about you, actually? Aren't you calling me so I can tell you that you are good and whole and socially acceptable? Well, you may not be any of those things. Also, I am not an expert, so getting my approval should be cold comfort.
And so. Now what? Do we agree to keep our distance? Do we pretend this never happened? Do I keep on crossing to the other side when I see you coming?
Yes, it is a pickle, that is sure, but, I guess I will go with one of the half-truths: my road is out, my dog is sick, and my car has carburetor trouble, but you be sure to have a nice day and we'll catch up one of these days!
