Am furious. Have had no luck finding silk lounging pajamas. If I were a celebrity, now hundreds of pairs would come pouring in. Instead a band is having a band meeting next to me at Cafe Grumpy and guffawing loudly.

Have put out feelers on a potential match. I am like the Millionaire Matchmaker, only, one hopes, slightly less like an Italian man in drag. The clients: a former co-worker with an elementary school acquaintance. May involve a dinner party which, as I wrote the fella, "would alleviate all awkwardness save that occasioned by my own semi-deliberate strangeness!"

I Will keep you posted. if this pans out, will probably start an agency, using the kewpie-axe graphic from my blog.