I’m beginning to wonder if the unconfirmed weirdness I’m feeling from Margarita Guy is because he found my blog. [Ed. Note: If you did, then um, hi. And in the interest of full disclosure, I Googled your email address and found your blog. Kinda boring compared to mine.] Then again, maybe he’s just reeling from our four date marathon and I’m being a silly girl.

—In other news, I spoke to the Guy-I-Used-To-Date-With-The-Same-First-Name-As-Margarita-Guy last night on the phone. He was pre-blog, so unless you know me in person, you don’t know anything about him. Long story short–we dated, he and his ex tried (unsuccessfully) to get back together. We dated again, his dad passed away, his mom got sick, and he had to take over his dad’s firm. Things got crazy/busy/stressful, I became a super good friend to him, and he decided he wasn’t in a good emotional state to be dating. Fast forward two years–he apologized for hurting me and explained he had been very stressed out with everything that had happened, and that the entire year was pretty much a blur. We’re getting together when I return from New York.—In totally unrelated news, this morning I was awoken awakened 10 minutes before my alarm was set to go off by the sounds of high pitched shrieks and a bed hitting the wall. Welcome to the building my new neighbors.