Thanks for that, Susan.
I noticed this passage in the "Featured Prose" from "Want Ads" by Wendy Macleod:
"I want a lover who ignores my e-mails and sporadically returns my phone calls, who says he loves me and then sleeps with younger, skinnier women. He should randomly give me romantic gifts—an antique cameo, a Corsican mandolin—that I later discover were charged to my credit card. A manic-depressive poet would be perfect ..."
I need to get in touch with this woman.
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