Yes, yes, I’m finally one of those girls who can complain that her life is one big whirlwind! And in case you were worrying that I’m just two-timing my way to a big, dramatic, tearful scene, you can relax. Here’s what happened. Colby and I have been having ourselves a fine old time with workweek lunch dates, and we spent the better part of this weekend together as well. Of course, but of course, sometime during all this, I knew that I had to fess up, and quietly explained that I was very casually dating someone. Well, I did a lot of sputtering and er-in and um-ing, about how it was nothing serious, I may have even said something about Marcia, and finally Colby put me out of my misery by saying he totally understood. Just as I started to wonder, why isn’t he jealous?, he said, “Of course I’m completely jealous and plan to win out in the end.” So, naturally, I’m now leaning towards the Colby side of things, and even went ahead and ordered myself a little celebratory post-holiday gift, (the Colette Bralet and Boythong Set, because it’s bound to come in handy).

Not quite ready to be rid of Steven, though. First off, he’s a chef, and, if you’ve never dated a chef, and I never had, let me tell you, it’s worth the effort. I say effort, because they work these very strange hours, and so are usually asleep when you’re awake and vice versa. But I say worth it, because, well, they know all these OTHER chefs, so when they take you dinner, you get special tables and special dishes that aren’t on the menu, and the chef comes out to say hi and everyone around you wonders if you’re some kind of celebrity. And it’s excellent! Also, I didn’t feel quite ready to even mention Colby to Steven, and I think that might be meaningful in some way. I have to figure out what this reluctance means exactly before I do anything drastic. Right?