Last Tuesday evening as I was awaiting FC's arrival in NYC I got a text from the lax player saying that he hadn't been blowing me off, that he was in Spain. Considering I hadn't heard from him in about 3 weeks, this was a surprise. Then Friday morning I got a text asking what I was doing this weekend. And of course we were free on different nights. This is becoming almost too uncannily difficult. Other than about 30 texts back and forth and 10 hours together almost a month and a half ago, there's been very little to go on here. And yet, for some reason I still feel compelled to at least give it a shot. Maybe because there's nothing else going on romantically, maybe because he actually seems to fit the "5 requirements." I know people in New York are supposed to move fast, but I'm almost enjoying this bizarre waiting game. But then again, I'm the same girl who spent 10 years in an on and off/unrequited relationship with someone, so we all know that I'm willing to wait it out.

In slightly related news, I'm obsessed with Millionaire Matchmaker after watching it with Boxa in Boston a couple weeks ago (I'm clearly very late to this party). It's so so entertaining. This episode forced me to run 4.5 miles last week on the treadmill...

Other than that, FC and I had a great time in New York this past week hanging out, walking around, eating and dancing. Sometimes it's so nice to have houseguests so that I don't feel as isolated in my apartment.