Going to be an odd day. Sunday. I saw her again. The flitty eye contact was unquestionable but I saw it. The rock. She’s married or engaged. Either way I don’t play games with that kind of thing. Maybe I should. Maybe I don’t care anymore. I made that mistake before and swore never again, That happened decades ago and there were aftershocks from that encounter that reverberated in recent years. The spell is broken. No more pursuit or even thoughts of such. I’ve thought about the woman I was with last year. Was I the asshole for ignoring her suggestions that we talk it through? Then I remember that she was the asshole in so many other ways and that the very idea of a relationship with her is crazy, even scary. I feel twitchy. Might need another pill. I’m not twitchy over the woman on the train and the rock on her finger. That’s fine. Body feels off today. I passed through a crowd of all-night bangers and ravers, getting their sunrise grub at the famous deli on 34th Avenue. There were more people than usual and there was music playing from the vehicles. People were shouting. Normally the scene is quiet. Three police cars arrived and I decided to cross the street and avoid any of this. Not my kind of problem to walk into.