A Simple Prop

I should offer a disclaimer regarding my posts about Sarah, especially in the unlikely event that someone who knows either of us stumbles across this and deduces our identities.

I am not as infatuated as it might appear.

The REM song in which Michael Stipe sings, "This one goes out to the one I love -- a simple prop to occupy my mind," explains things well. My theory is that there is a part of the brain always devoted to pining for someone. It will choose the most convenient target. For now, that is Sarah.

Don't misunderstand. There is certainly a lot I like about Sarah and if she were available and interested I would certainly make a go of going out with her.

If she were available and interested, she'd have dropped a hint at some point in our frequent correspondences. So instead I write letters to her to give that part of my brain that needs to need someone something to gnaw on until the next one comes along.

I hope it gives her something too.