I was on my way to meet Binnie for dinner at Max’s when I felt the tingling vibrations of my phone. It was an unrecognizable number with over seven digits. An international number. I knew it could only be one person…

Victoria!!!

Vic is a dear friend of mine who moved back to Greece. Sabbie is visiting her and they called me from some random hip hop club. I guess Sexyback was playing and they decided to call me. I love it! Except I couldn’t really hear anything they were saying. For all I know, they could’ve been calling to tell me they were being stampeded by a mob of horny Greek men. And I could only respond with, “Huh? I can’t hear youuuuuu.”

So Binnie and I went to Max’s for a lovely Italian dinner. They have a really cute outside area. We caught up on the past year of our lives and talked about the woes of being in a long distance relationship. I admire couples who can do long distance. I can’t even date someone who lives on the upper west side!

I saw a group of people being seated at a table behind us and noticed that one of the girls was a waitress from The Bartender’s restaurant. I pondered going up to her and saying hi but decided against it since that would require remembering her name.

After dinner, we were about to part ways and I tried convincing Binnie that the walk home would be totally safe. Giuliani got rid of all the murderers! And right when I told her everything would be fine, this creepy dude across the street said, “Hey, why don’t you come over here….wait, you’re just gonna leave your friend?”

I ran home.

This morning I woke up and noticed I had two new voice messages. They were both from The Bearded Guy. SERIOUSLY WTF. He asked me if I was mad at him and said he really wants to hangout.

I’m sorry, how can you be mad at someone that you only knew for two seconds? I want to respond with: I’m not mad. Your approach is just a little intense.