A comic originally posted on dA, as an entry for two Valentine’s Day contests: one about anniversaries (of anything, not just romances), and one soliciting stories about your Susan Glenn (“that person in your past who you were in love with, but for some reason never told”).


Cohen: A “Susan Glenn”? Sure, I have one. Anybody who’s single at my age probably has to, right?

She was . . . amazing. Brilliant, obviously. Never backed down from a fight. We were at each other’s throats all the time — wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Never once went on an actual date. She wouldn’t have accepted if I’d asked. Too busy with her career to have any interest in a personal life. Which suited me fine. I didn’t want to risk getting tied down with a family anyway.

But, you know, looking back on it now, I could have at least told her how I really felt. Might have been worth a mention. And, well, now she’s dead — eight years ago today, actually — so, so much for that idea.

Don’t look at me like that. If needing a few extra drinks on a day like this meant you had an alcohol problem, everyone in the world would be in AA.