An acquaintance of mine, who makes a point of keeping his place in a mess comparable only to that cultivated by myself, used to be unhappy having no one to share his mess with.
I was glad then to learn - in a short, manly message: "Can you remember X?" ("Barely") "So forget her." ("No problem. Why?") "Y is my girlfriend now." ("Fine.") - that a crush he'd had for someone has recently got consummated.
However, soon came a reminder that a consummated crush is not only candles, cuddles, candies and generally things lovey-dovey, but pain and nasty surprises too: the other day, apparently, the girl stayed at his place a whole day.
(Which made me think. And, nearly, re-think.)
