Random thought: It dawned on me last night as I was hanging out after work (which, by the way SUCKED -- the busiest night we've had since Halloween weekend) that I should probably stop messing around with NB and just marry Terrence. If you don't know T, here's the short story. He and my older brother played on the same little league team when they were ten-ish, but they only remembered that when became fast friends in high school. So I've know Terrence since I was at least eleven years old, but I certainly knew him before then. Anyways, T and I pseudo-dated just after I graduated from college. I took him to my commencement ball, and we spent some time together for the next couple months, but nothing ever solidified, and then Jason scooped me up. Spending time with Terrence over the last couple of years, I've realized that we're probably perfect for each other, personality-wise. Add to that that we're mutually attracted to each other. And our parents, who happen to be friends, would absolutely LOVE it if we got together. So why, you might ask, don't we do something about it? Who knows? Logically, there should be nothing stopping us from skipping the whole "dating" phase and just stopping by the JP's office and getting it over with (and don't be surprised if that actually happens somewhere down the line), but something's missing in the equation. Timing has always been off, and maybe I just think of him too much as a friend, and can't make the leap in my mind to that next step*. And, of course, right now there's NB, whom I could actually picture myself with for the long haul. So that's that, I guess, until something else changes. Oh, and Terrence is also moving down to NYC in five months for his new job as an NYPD officer. So that pretty much decides it for now. Check back in a year and things might be totally different.

*Yes, that's a woman thing, all you men out there -- it IS possible for us to think of you as friends and nothing more, regardless of whether or not we find you attractive.

Speaking of NB, I spent Thursday night with him. This is what we did: Went to Jos. A. Bank to pick up some pants he had tailored. NB cooked dinner. Drank a bottle of Pinot Noir. Watched two episodes of The Office. Went to bed at 10:30pm. Are we an old married couple or what?! But the thing is, I LOVED IT. We put some music on, and I did the dishes while he cooked dinner, we sat down at his little dining room table, and talked and ate for close to an hour, and then we cuddled on the couch and laughed our asses off together. I told him that I'm taking him for a romantic weekend out of town the weekend before Valentine's Day (and he got mad at me when I wouldn't tell him where or let him pay for it -- so sweet!). And then he asked me to come and spend a weekend with him and his friends down in DC next weekend, which, incidentally, isn't going to happen because his work plans changed and he's going to be in Chicago instead. The point is, I think this is getting serious. And I'm sooooo alright with that.

I'm taking the train into Boston this afternoon -- no way I'm driving my car into the city and getting stuck there tomorrow. Tonight I'm hanging out with NB and his buddies, and tomorrow I think I've convinced him to come up here and watch the game with me and my friends. Yay! He finally meets the Salem contingent! They've been hearing about him for three months, so I think it's time. I think he's sufficiently prepared. I'm pretty sure he can handle them. We'll find out tomorrow.