I can't even call him my frenemy anymore; he is now merely someone I used to know.
However, the digital world means that I continue to get new information.
My frenemy really loves Britney Spears's memoir, "The Woman in Me." He posted a photo with the hardcover, and a caption: "REQUIRED SUMMER READING." (Might I actually like this person?)
My frenemy boldly advocates for the "Wonder Truck," a controversial local business. This is a large truck that will park outside your house for an hour, cook you a "truckbound" meal (the truck has a small kitchen), then deliver the cardboard container to your front door. Many residents are furious about the gas emissions, the unsightly exterior of the truck, the surly strangers wandering around with "fresh dinner deliveries." But my frenemy--a brave contrarian--believes that the service is "great." (I appreciate someone who will swim "upstream.")
Sometimes, I feel envy, as in the interlude during which my frenemy flew back to Florida, to deliver the keynote address at a graduation ceremony. No one is asking this of me. But: The grass is always greener. And maybe this will spur me on, encourage me to take risks, just as Picasso's success helped to light a fire under Matisse.
Just exactly like that.
I don't actually think I could befriend this person, because he calls his husband "Babe," and he does it in public, via Facebook caption. Maybe I have dodged a bullet.
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