So it happened on one of those days when we weren\u2019t really together. Nowadays, that was almost every day. And the calculus of our expected fidelity was never quite calculated anyway. But there was a new glint of something in the reflection of the sun on one of those days. That\u2019s the point, I mean. It only happened because it was one of those days.<\/p>\n
I had drinks with a Bumble or Hinge named Jolene, and the first thing I thought to myself was that she was nothing like the song. Nonetheless, when she spoke, I found myself enjoying listening to her. Maybe the Ray LaMontagne version. That might actually be the perfect allusion, though I always hate when writers I like make allusions to songs I\u2019ve never heard. It is, in fact, how I learned about Nina Simone when I was 15, so there\u2019s that. Always exceptions.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So it happened on one of those days when we weren\u2019t really together. Nowadays, that was almost every day. And the calculus of our expected fidelity was never quite calculated anyway. But there was a new glint of something in the reflection of the sun on one of those days. That\u2019s the point, I mean. … <\/p>\n