John D., on my continuing refusal to get down to reading his beloved Rachel Kushner:
John: She’ll come back to haunt you, I assure you. I predict that one day, sometime in the future, you will meet Mr Not-Wrong-Dude, who will quite suddenly begin a discussion of the complete works of Rachel Kushner –you have been warned, prepare for this outcome.Me: Ah but as we have already established, nowadays I do not meet well-read men (ei mihi) so there is no occasion for social embarrassment!!
John: I am almost tempted to send some plants over with Kushner to see your reaction. Pay an actor to sit in the Law Quad reading.
Me: You wouldn’t! Although if I saw a man reading Nooteboom on the train I would immediately ask him to marry me.
John: Nah, they’ll all be reading Kushner. Anyway, challenge accepted. Prepare for random Kushner encounters!
Me: No! By the way did I ever tell you this time I was at a party and there was a Sizzling Hot Guy and we were getting on like a house on fire, right up to the point he explained he worked on Ben Jonson. After which I rapidly made my escape and went home and wrote a heartrending letter to my thesis advisor on why Providence should waste good looks on men if they are only going to write BORING dissertations.
John: Dude. I once took a woman with me to a record store. And she bought a Celine Dion CD and paid with a credit card. They looked at me with hipster disdain. I still have not recovered from that.
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