Update

I tried to play it cool. I tried to be smooth. I tried to be collected and logical.

It worked for 19 days.

As of yesterday morning, though, I'm totally, utterly and officially smitten.

I woke up at his place yesterday morning and there was something about the mundane process of me getting ready to go to work and him seeing me to the door that did it for me. My mind never really left his bed yesterday. I kept dropping things at work. Luckily they tended to be empty paper cups and lids--I didn't break anything.

As far as I can tell, he seems to be equally smitten. Which is probably a good thing. He also shows no signs of flaking out like the last boy. Or the first boy I dated after I moved here. Or like so many other boys I've dated. Like so many boys we've all dated.