So, Alex called me yesterday, but I didn't recognize the number so I didn't pick up. He said he'd call back, but he didn't yesterday, and I sent him a "fun, flirty" e-mail telling him he owed me a couple of meals since he's kept me waiting so long. Not sure why I'm not jumping out of my skin about this--could be the Celexa, the fact that that I've arrived at a more balanced, less frantic view of the whole thing, the amount of time that's passed, or any combination of these. I'd like to think that I'm less susceptible to the idea of him, but I don't think that's true. Fact remains that, despite all the drama and hand-wringing, I really, really like this guy, and will keep liking him until I don't.
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