I had this friend in college who would never look at the waiter/waitress when ordering. We probably looked like some young collegiate gay couple when I’d effeminately slap his hand and bark a wispy “Christopher, look at them while ordering.” O.k., it wasn’t that gay, but correcting your friend’s ordering habits when you’re 20 is a bit questionable. Then one day his dad was visiting and took us both out to dinner. It was there I got to witness first hand the absolute “like father, like son”-ness of it all. …

dear ape,
so i have this friend…

who met this guy on the internet. not on some matchmaking website (that would make this all the more easy) but on a blog. a blog like this. you know, blogger posts stuff, people read and enjoy. blogger accepts comments and posts, so she commented and posted. and the nice blogger would write back. after a few exchanges through email in regard to the content of the blog, more emails began getting exchanged in regard to other stuff. not related to the blog. then …