Oh, man, you are so right.

And he never got into Monty P. and the Holy Grail, either.

And my Transition Object? the other morning he referenced three artists in about half an hour:

Him: "you look like a Degas painting there in the sunlight."
Me: "I would have thought Hopper" (sitting on edge of bed in sunlight)
Him: "no, Hopper is all this alienated city, and with your hair up like that you reminded me of Degas"
Me: (swoon)

Later: Me: "what's his name, the guy who went to the tropics?"
Him: "Gaugin"

Now both X and I had the same Art History/Theatre History classes and it's like X was never there. Could never have an Art/History/ conversation with him. Frustrating.

Point being: I, too, have had parts of me/mind/heart that X didn't meet. Didn't bother me, had friends for that, don't expect one person to meet all needs. But--potential exists to meet someone with some of the same humor/intellectual/stuff that was missing with X.

So--there's that. For what it's worth.

And yeah, won't be without my towel again. For crying or any other needs that might come up.

And where are my peril-sensitive sunglasses???