If you've been following my blog, HOORAY! If not, go to the archives and catch up, it's well worth it.

So, I last left you with a gruelling puzzle: what to call this possibly new love?

*Willoughby* is the answer, I think you will find. The 'date' if you could call it that in NYC was.... not a disaster exactly... just no Christmas Miracle, that's all I'm saying. First and foremost, he made ME pay. I mean I offered when he told me he was short on cash, but a gentleman would NEVER show up to a date empty handed! Secondly, he spent the 'date' discussing his rocky relationship history about how he cheated on his girlfriend and has been on and off with a mutual friend ever since. Then he asked me if I had any dramatic relationship stories. It was a snooze a minute for me, who gets bored with petty drama very quickly as I think you'll find in my previous blogs. Thirdly, I was vibing nothing off of him, although my dear *Lydia* told me later he was interested. So after the 'date' (which ended with a big hug) I went to a Cuban bar with my dad and my two sisters who live in the city, and had a grand old time (though I didn't drink, I'm underage), and then later went to the apartment we were staying at and watched the Oscars. Despite the forgettable date, an evening well spent.

Meanwhile, things have been on and off with him, and kind of weird. I was just gearing up to inwardly forgive him for the rubbish social skills when I find out he's started seeing someone else.

Double poo and merde. Anyway, I've given up on romance for the time being. If you remember lovely *Darcy*, I've pretty much given up on him as well, although I always enjoy a casual flirt and a sneaky glance! Today in English, I asked him for some hand sanitizer (which he has taken dominion over), but JUST A LITTLE I specified, and of course he put about eight squirts in my hand (oo-er!), so naturally, with a face of mock horror, I threw the excess Germ-X at him, and left some rather embarrassing wet marks on his lower T-shirt and, erm... you know. Haha. I promise, I wasn't aiming, it just went there! Anyway, thats the closest socializing we've had recently.

The end, as I must whiz to my singing group practice. More next time!