or i see him at six in the morning , sitting in the window seat at the twenty-four-hour ukrainian restaurant across the street from the star-bucks on second avenue and east ninth , where i 've taken up new residence solely to avoid ely sightings ; he 's dining with a posse of g*y boys after what must be a late night out , wearing my pink shirt and compulsively glancing at his cell phone every two minutes even though he knows there 's no text message from me .