he says he didn't come to new york to fall in love. well bully for him. i don't believe a word of it. i find it hard to believe that someone doesn't want to fall in love when they seem to be doing almost everything possible that leads to it.

okay, he drives me crazy. he did not return my phone calls (okay, once he called, but still) for a week and a half. but i see him once and that's it. i'm done for again. and he's done for again. i can totally tell.

he holds me close and smells my hair and says i smell like me. god, if that isn't classic, i'm about to fall in love, i don't know what is.

and he says he's glad i'm called. when i said i wouldn't call him. i hate to admit it, but he's got me wrapped around his little finger. i wish i could say that he was wrapped around mine too. well, i know he wants to please me. that he likes to make me happy. i don't think he'd me too terribly disappointed if he fell in love with me.