I just spent 18 glorious minutes on the phone with Eric.   And I just realized, he called on the 1-week anniversary of Amanda calling and making me smile.  And Jill's texting me about coming down to NY anyway to go to her and Manny's party.  Aww.  I love my friends.


Right, Eric.  I was thinking about him recently.  And when I got my phone in September, the numbers didnt' transfer themselves over, so I used to have 300 + people in there, but now it's at around 85.  Somehow, Eric wasn't one of those people. But I saw the (718) 938, and... that's my Eric.  And he was calling me.

And I love him so damn much.

I love him.  And we talked about work and debt and applications for my rich husband and him maybe going to  STERN, and when my student was asked to name a state and he picked Wyoming and how I told them the story about my crazy friend who didn't believe Wyoming was a state. 

Now I miss him more, though.

Prom dates RULE <33

Do I like him again?  No, we're 6 years beyond that, but I most definitely love him (is that apparent yet?).

Remember that time I promised to post things of substance?