It’s over. My brief infatuation with budding NYTimes reporter Jeff Zeleny is finished. Once, I was feverish for his corn-fed (he is from Nebraska), wholesome, and slighty tan wonderbread looks, but now, the illusion has broken forever. I saw him speak. Not in person, but good enough. Jen was right. I need Popeye’s Spicy Fried Chicken, not the mild shit. I don’t even care if he’s wearing a red tie or a pink tie anymore.