First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

Taking a Breather

On route to the San Francisco airport yesterday, an attractive ex-lover, now long-time strictly platonic dear friend, treated me to breakfast at the Universal Café, one of our favorite brunch spots. He has recently parted ways with his girlfriend of many years, and I asked him if he’s interested in dating. “I’m not ready,” he replied. “I just want to hang out in First Person Singular land for a while.” A LAND?  Really? It sounded so static, but I kept my mouth shut for fear of sounding defensive. For the record, FPS isn’t a holding place, where we sit around catching our breath in between relationships. Oh well. No need to counter with the perfect rebuttal today. I’m still enjoying the buzz from my weekend away.

Tune in tomorrow for the rollout of Why it’s Great to be Single on Valentines Day.

Image: Erich Consemöller. Untitled (Woman in B3 club chair by Marcel Breuer wearing a mask by Oskar Schlemmer and a dress in fabric designed by Beyer). c. 1926, MOMA, New York.