Nick

I feel I should state, for the record, that I don't really want to be "on the prowl." See, I went to New York a month and a half ago to see a friend. "Friend" meaning someone I'd met online a few years ago and -- despite all the odds -- actually become close to. We'll call him Nick. I didn't know what to expect, but we actually had a really great time together. Or at least I did. Unfortunately, I overestimated Nick's level of interest in me (My roommate remonstrates me constantly on this point). All this time, I thought that the door for "Us" was still open in his mind when, in reality, we were firmly entrenched in the "Just Friends" territory. I think we both felt the connection when I visited, but afterward I wanted to pursue it and he didn't really know what he wanted.

That's what led me back to the dating pool.

It was kind of a desperate measure to shore up my flagging self-esteem.

Also, the soundtrack of my life seemed to be a John Mayer song: "I'm tired of being alone. SO HURRY UP AND GET HERE!!"

But enough of that.