Monday: 

Cancelled date #4 with Frenchie… told him I wasn’t feeling well… was actually trying to avoid any post-date hooking up that would amount to more than making out.

Went to a goodbye dinner/drink session for a Canadian friend who just graduated from New School and is getting kicked out of the country now.  Sad day.  One of the few cool, fun, and sweet people I’ve met since moving here.

Tuesday:

Met up with a friend I’ve had since we started running xc together in middle school.  She was up here for some advertising interviews.  Had her and her mother meet me at my favorite happy hour spot for drinks and an early dinner.  Was hesitant to drink alcohol in front of her mom… until her mom ordered a drink.  I ordered as well, then ordered a second one as I was sightly tipsy and didn’t care about looking lush-like.  Hopefully she doesn’t report that to my parents when she lets them know she saw me.

Text from Yale boy in the midst of dinner, saying his parents wanted to take him out for a goodbye dinner and that he wouldn’t be back in the city until tomorrow.  He apologized for the last minute cancellation.  I was bummed, but happy that it gave me time to go out with my friend.

Friend dropped her mom off at the hotel, then met me at my apartment.  In route to the bar, we ran into J, so the three of us went to our favorite bar from the Fall.  Nothing too exciting, just catching up with my friend’s life.

Wednesday:

Passed my work day with multiple flirtatious and witty emails with a guy from a different department, whom I’ve seen before but never met.  I felt scandalous.

Call from Frenchie in the afternoon, voicemail left in his cute French accent asking how I was feeling and if I’d like to do anything later that day or evening.  Text back that I’d been sick the past two days and was sleeping when he called… proposed lunch tomorrow.

Happy hour with gay bff and J.  It was a 3 martini type of day.  Call from neighbor while out at happy hour, asking if he can come visit when we get home.  I said yes.

Run into neighbor in lobby… walk up to the apt… three of us hang out and talk for a while, then he asks if we want to go out.  I say yes, J says no.  

Put on a casual outfit and pick a bar one block over.  Said I need to get home and go to bed after 1 beer, as he was acting too date-ish and I wasn’t having it.

Today:

Run along the West Side Highway.

Midtown lunch at 12:00 with Frenchie.

Afternoon shopping, just because…

Launch party, in Soho, that gay bff has to blog about, so of course I’m his plus one.