A new thing that got its start awhile ago is that the Late Baby Boomer lady from Europe I'm supposedly supposed to have a "relationship" with it supposed to be mean to me.

It's supposed to be a joke if she "comes out" soon, in general, for other impatient, inquisitive parties.

It's like I'm a book "on hold" at the library that may or may not ever be checked out. That's the new way of life for me now. I'm not a book at the bookstore that gets put on a shelf of someone to be read at any time, but I am in the way I am not. I live at a library, and my life with anyone is just short and trashy now, while others can get a chance like I'm tested not to be able to get, like I'm not a good service as a book to deserve to be "checked out."