You know how, you meet someone and you think, "I could like this person." So you give out your cell number. Maybe your work number. And your email address.

And all is good at first, yay, the early feelings of contentment as whatnot. You guys communicate often. Forging a relationship. Get to know each other better. Discuss your opinions. The way that you see the world.

And then something happens, and you know it's over, but they refuse to accept that it's over. They keep calling. And writing. And you don't respond anymore; you don't want to lead them on. You don't want to be mean, but they sure are irritating you. You regret giving them your contact information. You'd totally change it, if it wasn't a pain in the ass for everyone else. You are starting to feel clausterphobic. Smothered.



That's how I now feel about John Kerry. He keeps emailing me. He just won't stop. I regret giving him my email address. I just want to tell him, "John, give it up. It's over. It's been over for months now. Go on with your life. Forget about me."