On Saturday night I raced home to talk to the boy. I was later than usual and positive he had tried to call already. Sure enough, when I got here he had called a couple of times. I finally got a hold of him only to have him say he had to leave right away for a surprise party. My girly ways kicked in and I pouted. Why did I race home then! Well fine, go to a party which you never usually do. Wah wah. The conversation ended with him saying "sweetdreams" and me saying "Yeah Bye" and of course, once I hung up the phone I knew what an ass I had been and immediately tried to call him back. He was already gone. I felt like a jerk the rest of the evening and found it hard to fall asleep. I eventually did of course and woke up the next morning to the boy calling my name from our fire escape. WHAT?!?! He had made a surprise drive up to see me with a bunch of other fellas from the city. I got to apologize in person and we got to be together for a day. He left this morning at 6am. I am so happy I got to see him. Here is a cruddy dark photo of him at Union Square as we sat and watched the dogs at the dog walk yesterday afternoon.