For the record, we were not dating. In fact, the voice mail was entirely unprovoked, prompted only by a text message inviting him over for a glass of wine. No offense to him, but I don't really need any more friends. However, I do need an unrequited lover slash coworker with whom all subsequent social interaction is awkward if not perfunctory, so I definitely lucked out!

OK, friends. This chapter in my memoir is officially closed. Moving on. Recklessly Quickly.

Having moved into my new apartment, I've been without Internet and thus unable to post entries on a regular basis. But the cable guy comes on Wednesday so we should be back in business then. Expect pictures of my new stomping ground, including an aerial shot of the liquor store located handily (and ironically) below our balcony. <3