Last night, post baseball game, Steve said possibly the stupidest thing ever.  He said that he loved me.  He loved what was in my mind and what was in my heart, but has a hard time with the packaging.  Meaning he thinks I’m fat and has a hard time with it.

Though it would have been brilliant to say that I loved him, but was having a hard time with the fact that he’s only 5’8″ I couldn’t think of it at the time.  In fact I was struck completely speechless.  I may be speechless (at least towards him) for quite some time about this.

I love this bar.  It rocks.  Last night I went because I haven’t been in a moon.  I missed my bartender.  I met Saeri there for a beer.  We chatted and caught up since I haven’t actually seen her since before she went to Miami.

Anyway I ended up staying and hanging out with Lori and meeting Jamie & Chris.  These guys were not only super cute, but awesome.  Jamie and I discussed the glories of literature and life in general.  It was a good night.

It has been decided.  I’ll be moving in November.  Moving to Spanish Harlem.  I will still have two roommates.  One will be my friend Jen from Die Hard and the other, well that will be Steve.  The good news about that is it won’t be a fifteen minute walk back to my room anymore.

So what am I so afriad of? 

Apparently that I’ll leave.  I was informed that the relationship can’t go to the next level because I’m transient.  This was a wee bit of a shock, but that’s life eh?

Of course I woke up with a terrible cold/flu thing and we ended up doing nothing.  Well we went to a movie and then Steve made me tomato soup & grilled cheese sandwiches.  He really is the sweetest.