Diane

I just got a phone call from Diane.
“What are you doing?” she wanted to know.
“Just sitting here, thinking,” I said.
“Alone?” Her concern was apparent.
“Well, Josh and Tim are in the other room watching Alias.”
“So why are you sitting in your room, thinking?”
“Well, I was going to write something for The Log, but I can't think of anything to write about.”
“Write about me.”
There was a long pause as I considered possible replies.
“I'm just kidding,” she said.

I should point out that not only is Diane not an egomaniac, but rather modest in all respects. Her suggestion merely implies, in my mind, that she wants to know that I want the world to know that I love her – and I do. I should also point out, that it is very possible that I have misinterpreted things again, and that I'm the egomaniac. It's also possible that the truth lies somewhere in the gray area between these two extremes.

I do love her though, and I don't care who knows about it.