Being quite stoned, my paranoia grew and grew. Maybe she had fallen in love with "the other" and *I* was now the "optional extra". While she was out searching for me I thought to seize the opportunity to climb down and search her room for incriminating love letters. *If* I could climb down that is. My toes did not reach the gate (the gate I had jumped up from to lift myself up onto the roof earlier). And I now noticed that the manoeuvre placed me only inches away from a power line. So I waited. And waited. As distressed as I was 40 minutes later, I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation, eventually managing to return to earth safely. Rummaging through her room I found nothing to indicate a secret allegiance to "him" so I rang her best friend and tried bluffing. "We're through. I know she is in love with him, I just want to know how long it has been going on for." "I knew she had a crush on him, but that was *it* I thought." The friend seemed genuinely surprised, and quite sympathetic. I paid her taxi fare to come over and play go-between in the confrontation that would no doubt soon come. The fear of losing her did turn out to be a false alarm and my anger subsided once it was discussed calmly with the friend mediating. With the two of us back in her bedroom again I felt relieved but severely depressed. ______________________________________________ Back to main article. Created for the Undesirable Propagation Unit.