I was the recipient of mass by MID today.  Oh believe me, I’ve done it.  The mass-email is a hoax.  No one ever really hits ‘address to all contacts.’  Because do you really want to mass-email your dentist’s receptionist about your upcoming nuptials?  No.  So we feign the mass email with the obligatory, “sorry for the mass email, but,” then we cherry-pick through the names, perhaps including someone we once almost dated or certainly dated… passing it off as a mistake, as if it were something casual instead of pondered.  I received one today to his play.  It made me smile to know he was doing well.  I was glad, one way or another, that I’ve remained in his contact list even though we no longer speak.  I wonder why I keep contacts around, in my digital address book, in my phone.  Why they’re there, still.  I still have the numbers of one of my girlfriend’s from college with whom I haven’t spoken in at least five years.  I doubt they still work.  We move on for a reason I think.  Maybe it’s time to do some cleaning now that I’ve moved in and on with The Suitor.  Consider yourself mass-missived.

Now I’m off to the market to pound some veal medallions, mix ’em up with some panko breadcrumbs, lemons, caper, and eggy mess, for our first dinner at home.  I love taking care of someone who takes such good care of me.