Today, I had a guest for lunch. An old mock trial friend who's two years younger than me, recently graduated and was in the city for a little bit. It was really nice to talk to him. We aren't crazy close or anything, but we had great conversation and it was nice to hang out with some college kids again. I've totally neglected my alma mater's representation in New York. It's kind of sad, but I don't feel particularly pulled toward rectifying that yet. My close college friends reside in SF, VA/DC, and Boston. There are a few people I really like in NYC, and I should do better with that, but I have no desire to become Ms.
Things with TG are okay. I mailed his birthday card today and told him about it. He says he's sure he'll love it. I'm kind of nervous about it, though. I feel like what I wrote may not be okay. That it may sound like I don't care about him or that I view him as a memory. I don't know. Words fail me sometimes, especially when I'm not being 100% honest. We'll see how he reacts to it. Maybe he'll be touched by it. I tell him how important he is to me. Or maybe he'll see it as a 'this is the end of an era' thing. The exhibitionist in me wants to publish it here, but I'm resisting that urge. I mean, he's a guy, he'll probably give it a quick once over and throw it somewhere - haha. I really wish I would've written more. I wish I would've written less. God help me. We talked today because he IMmed me. It was nice. I also got my first text from him in a month. I liked it. I smiled. It made me happy. He makes me happy. Well, when he's not driving me crazy.
I'm thinking about a new blog. Or a revamp of this blog based on my goal to enjoy my last year in NYC. We'll see how it goes.
Anyway, time to get back to sex in ancient Pompeii. =)