Alice, the imaginary girlfriend

apparently I am perfect as long as you only know me through msn. #

We fought again. Edo told his girlfriend she should `”try being less jealous like Alice.”` I actually had to stand up from the computer and walk away for a minute because otherwise I was going to type something genuinely horrible. When I came back I asked him whether he has suffered some kind of memory problem because WE HAVE DISCUSSED THIS.

First of all, he has absolutely no idea what I am like as a girlfriend because he is not my boyfriend. Of course I am not jealous when he talks to other girls. Why would I be? Yuri could provide a very complete report demonstrating that I am perfectly capable of jealousy under the correct circumstances because unfortunately I am a human being rather than the serene marble saint Edo has apparently constructed in Lecco.

And that is actually what finally made me understand why this irritates me so much. The Alice he describes to these women isn’t me. It’s a collection of the parts of me that are convenient inside our friendship. Alice understands his music. Alice doesn’t demand that he calls. Alice doesn’t mind if he disappears for hours. Alice doesn’t get jealous. Alice listens. Alice gives him space. Of course. Because I have a completely different role in his life.

I told him, `”The version of me you describe to your girlfriends doesn’t exist.”`

He stopped typing for a while.

Then we argued anyway.

Remember me, Eclipse.