So I crawled home last night around 9 and started fixing dinner. Then my phone rang.

See, there's this guy I've known very casually since I moved here three years ago. He's adorable. We've had lunch. We've flirted shamelessly. He was in a relationship. Now he's not. And now he lives in my building.

He had just gotten home from a long day himself, and he wanted to unwind together with drinks. He came down with his martini. We chatted. We went up to his place because he has a balcony and a MUCH better view. We chatted some more. We flirted.

But it was late. I was tired. But sigh. He sure is cute.