It's a lovely little ditty entitled: On Emerson, Elvis, Michael and Other Artists.

Mason just came down and talked to me for a while. He's been doing so a lot lately, cuz he's having relationship issues. I think I told you before that when he has relationship issues I am all of a sudden his best friend.

I shouldn't be so mean. He's a good guy and I like him...but he is not in the least interested in me or my life. He is interested in how good a listener I am.

Anyway, his on-again, off-again, semi-girlfriend is totally out of the picture, apparently. He's none too happy about it. Last night, his roommate basically told him he needs to have his head examined; that he treats his love-life like he treats everything - that it's all a competition to him (I guess he's extremely competitive. That's not a side to his personality that I've ever been exposed to, thank Christ). His roomie thinks that the only reason he wants this girl right now is that she is seeing someone else. That makes sense to me because from what I can tell they don't really get along. They just have fabulous sex; all they've really been over the last three years is fuck-buddies. Since he found out she's seeing someone else, he all of a sudden thinks he's in love with her. Anyway, this is totally the Reader's Digest condensed version of this story, but suffice it to say that his roomie was rather harsh with him, but laid down the truth in a very real way. The end result is that Mason is seeing a therapist this Saturday. I think that's a grand idea, frankly.

I think friends who really tell you like it is are very necessary sometimes. I wouldn't want someone to be that harsh with me all the time, but there are times when the truth can really help, even if it hurts. I'm glad that Mason took all of this the right way and didn't get all upset and pissy, but rather listened to what was being said and took it to heart.

I feel for Mason cuz this is a pivotal time in his life. He's a tad older than me and after pert-near forty years of playing the field he thinks its time for him to settle down. However, he now finds that he is pretty much unable to connect with anyone on an emotional level, after having avoided it for so many years. It's sad. He's a great guy - he's smart, very funny, attractive, physically active, responsible, has a good job and even drives a BMW (I know such things are important to some people. Therefore, when I'm trying to "sell" him, I bring it up). Plus, he's a total horn-dog, if our discussions are any indication. I consider that a real plus. However, I would never fix him up with any of my girl friends for the very reason I would never date him. I know he's basically an emotional retard and would end up hurting them. That sucks. And here he is, scrambling around, really wanting to fall in love and have a meaningful relationship, only to find that he is unable to do so. Man, that is so sad.

I guess I only brought up Mason because I really have nothing else to talk about today. Well, except that my feet and hands are frozen. Of course, it's still in the upper-eighties outside, but walking in to my department is always something akin to walking in to a meat locker.

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