Lessons

Well, I’ve certainly learned a thing or two lately. Among them, not to post my picture on the internet, or where I have lunch or the like. The CTPs told this information to some woman named Sara Kingsley, who tracked me down and accosted me on the corner of Suffolk & Grand, just as Matt and I were going back to my place from having lunch at an Asian bistro. She was standing in front of Two Boots, and actually recognized me, called out my name and came over to me. Some rather tall guy was with her, and they both looked like they were from a James Bond movie – all impeccable coats and gloves, and ironed everything. Anyway, while she didn’t seem totally crazy, Matt helped me get away very quickly. The woman introduced herself and started telling me how they have reason to believe I’m in danger, etc., and Matt (fast thinker that he is), said something like “Oh look Alex, you’re running late for work” then he hailed down a cab in under 30 seconds. Go, Matt! Lucky too, since catching a free cab is like winning the lotto.

We disengaged quickly, then slid into the cab, told the cabbie my address, and started giggling madly. It really felt like I was being rescued, so I think I might have kissed him a time or ten 🙂 Back at my apartment, Matt told me that he was getting worried about me, and that the thought of anything happening to me was like someone punching the wind out of him. He looked at me so intensely, took my hands in his, then started saying something, but interrupted himself and said it was too soon for such words. The thing is, it is soon, but I know what he wanted to say, and I think I’m falling in love with him too.

I’ve only had four relationships and the only one in NY so far was with this Irish guy who was more or less of a jerk. Like, when I told him I don’t have sex with people before I have feelings for them, he had the gall of asking twenty minutes later whether I had feelings for him yet. Smooth move, exlax! Anyway, Matt is the exact opposite – a perfect gentleman at every turn, takes such amazing care of me, and most importantly, he dropped everything today and arrived at my place less than 1/2 hr. after I’d called him.

Yeah, and about the morning – some crazy person claimed they were me from the future, contacting me on Twitter. Yup, the future tweets, folks! You heard it here first. It’s utterly ridiculous, but that, together with apprehension over telling my bosses about the intranet being compromised, just sealed the deal on calling in sick. I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow either, but I feel really dishonest lying, plus I can’t ask Matt to take a second day off, and if I stay home alone I’ll only brood and freak out more and probably spend too much time on Twitter.

Tomorrow night, Matt and I are still planning on having our sushi date and maybe going for a movie. Anything good out? He said he would show me a whirlwind time and is meeting me at the entrance to Central Park, right where the horse-drawn carriages are. I mean, sure, I’ve watched Sex & the City a few too many times, but is he perfect or is he perfect?! If you want to sweep a girl off her feet, involving carriages and sushi is always a good plan.

I’m having tea and off to an early bed now. Here’s to a magical tomorrow with zero craziness!