Julep: This whole thing is really getting sad.

I saw a fuller photo of Maria's building. It is fairly chic. But I am fully in accord with you, Dibbs, on the "re-directing feelings." Maria, back off. I don't think Jenny Sanford is the kind of woman you should cross.

Who else thinks that Maria sent the emails to The State five months ago? My money says Jenny found out about the whole thing and the Gov was tres agoniste; Maria wanted him to leave and be with her, but of course he had not only a wife but a promising career. If she ruined his political career (anonymously, natch), he would be free! free! to leave it all behind him and join her in the Argentine! She couldn't confirm the emails when the paper tried to verify without tipping off the Gov.

I feel bad for the whole Sanford family. Lola, are you reading this? Exhibit A to my point in our conversation the other day* ... they were friends for years before it turned romantic last year. Moral of this story: avoid the near occasion of sin. Don't develop "platonic" friendships with attractive members of the opposite sex once you are married.* That lunch will lead to coffee will lead to long emails when you and your spouse have been struggling and/or distant will lead to the cocktail hour one night when your spouse is out of town and then, you know, things just happened! The heart wants what it wants!



* Just so the record is perfectly clear, our conversation was wholly hypothetical, and grew out of a discussion of the movie He's Just Not That Into You. It is absolutely no reflection on the very happy marriages of Lola and Julep!

** I don't object to platonic friendships that developed before marriage. If you and that person were meant to be, you wouldn't have married your spouse. And I think you can develop truly platonic relationships after marriage, ones in which you truly and honestly feel no giddy tug towards the other person. If you feel that tug, though ... don't think you can sublimate it and be friends, 'cause you're so mature like that. Look down the road, and beware the cocktail hour of doom!