Epilogue.

I'm going to be very brief, as I probably have spent way more mental energy on this than it deserves. With Gabriel's remaining time in DC drawing short, I did what I thought I could do to try to move our "friendship" outside the bar, i.e., to see if it really was friendship and not something of mere situational value.

It looks now as if it's not really friendship in which I was participating. Which makes me very sad. Because I did invest a lot of effort in trying to be a genuine friend to someone for whom I had (well, still have) a great deal of affection. And I did so, sincerely. I don't know what I should really be feeling today, or tomorrow, or if I happen to see him again sometime. But I do feel something, and I don't like it. Hoping it will go away soon.

Something about what happened doesn't make sense; well, the whole thing makes not too much sense to me. Nothing I can do about it, though. Just one of those things that doesn't turn out the way I wanted (of all the options that would have made it worthwhile, I get "none of the above"). And I imagine I've got at least one "I told you so" coming my way. Can't wait.

Now, then. Where were we before the summer of G-Man? Let's get back to that. Oh, wait, that was kind of crappy, too. That means the only way to go is "up"! So here we go...