Withdrawal

I remember how happy I was to have finally met the bitch – face-to-face, eye-to-eye. I had heard so much about her, about how ugly she was, that I was actually surprised to find that I liked her. I let her hang around my apartment for a while. Then one day, sensing that she was wet behind the ears and way too demanding, I brought her down to my storage space in the basement. In retrospect I think that I did that to protect her. Furthermore, a friend whose opinion I respected at the time, complained that she was barbarous and uncivilized. Since I wasn’t sure I understood what he meant by that, we withdrew. I didn’t bring her up again until he had - for all intents and purposes - disappeared for good.