Something about Him...

Earlier this week Taurean and I were discussing the construction worker costume a guy I used to hang out with donned for Halloween--because it was the simplest thing to do. According to Taurean, it makes sense that we got along. I'm not sure that was flattering--a backhanded compliment at best.

It got me thinking about my favorite mistake, so in typical sweetly vicious fashion I reached out and touched him--ok, I shot him an e-mail. We've been corresponding with a consistency that shows we've aged--there was a time the coy banter would have sickened a pre-teen, but we've mellowed out and withstood the test of time honored annoyances--life having gone on.

My favorite mistake just directed me to what may soon become my favorite book--Prague by Arthur Phillips. It came up in our discussion of my upcoming trip to Prague.

To put it as simply as he did:
"i read a book titled prague which was about budapest. you would like the book"

It's the tiniest of details that revives a woman's faith in a man.
In this case a book recommendation and the hint of possibility that he may have a vague notion of what I would like. That's all it took. The other reality is that he's still as arrogant as ever presuming to have an inkling into what I may like. There's a comfort in all of it.

I'm such a sucker. I hate admitting it, but it's true. One pseudo nice gesture balances out the egregious asinine moves he's made in the past, setting a tone for what I hope will become a "beautiful friendship"--if we manage to keep talking past this week.