I'm exhausted--mentally and physically--and just a wee tad full of wine. Sooo, you all get the very abbreviated version of a very infuriating story. It seems my day went from bad to inexplicably horrendous.
The friend I wrote about in my last Bibliobuffet column (J.)...the one that's so special to me and with whom I share boatloads of interests....that I've known since college and that was planning a trip out here in October? That one. He's married. MARRIED. Not sure how one overlooks sharing that fact. Given, I didn't talk to him for almost a year and a half while I was in NC, but you'd think he might've mentioned it since we began talking again in July.
I sent the copy of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle I discussed in my article, and it was returned to me as "undeliverable" for that particular address. There were red flags before that, but I hadn't done much investigation. 30 minutes of Internet research later I discovered that it was a fake address, and I had his real address--listed with his and wife's name. I also had his home phone number (already had cell) her blog and MySpace addresses, and one hell of a bad attitude. Oh, and pictures of them together. Why not?
He and I were friends back when they were dating, and he told me they broke things off a couple of years ago. I have no idea if that was true at all. They might have broken and up and gotten back together in my absence. It really doesn't matter in the least. It was a 9-year friendship and now it's over in 30 minutes. Who knows what was really real and what was bullshit.
The moral of this story: don't fuck with a librarian. We are unbelievably talented with technology.
I feel sorry for his wife. She probably thinks he's a stand-up guy.