It's 7:45 pm, and I've been waiting on a red-mattressed table for half an hour. Today, I truly surprised myself by being so sticky. I was NEVER ever clingy. I was a jerk, a nuisance, a disgrace, trouble, but never a cling. I never looked back to something or someone. And look at me now. I am 45 minutes early to a date with a girl a bumped into this morning. The thing is, I haven't been on a date for about two years now, since...

"What would you like for dinner, sir," said the third waiter to ask me tonight.

"I am waiting for someone."

"Aha, okay, sir. Enjoy your night." And he left.

I can't stop staring at my watch. The time is so slow. Like it stopped. Is it time that stopped, or my life, since I've seen her face? What is wrong with me? I am losing it.

8:28 and I am losing hope. My heart feels sore, and my expectations burnt. Could she really bail on me? Ouch.

And then she walks in and all lights on her now. She sparkles like my grandma's crystal chandelier. And I swear I could see her fragrance; it's a shade of light pink. I think I'm in love with pink. Her short, crimson dress suits her like she was born in it. And her long sleeves remind me of a tease I heard somewhere: I'm a nun that you want to put a ring on. I think I've always had something for nuns. No. just this one. Her dark hair was held back in a tight ponytail. Did I ever mention that I like ponies? I hate unicorns, though. It's the colors, I guess.

I stood up fast, and pulled the chair for her.

"You're here."

"Surprise, right?" she teased, with a devilish smile that I creepily admire.

"Very."

"You seemed so pathetic this morning. I didn't have the heart to be such a villain and bail on you."

"Very generous of you, my lady. What should I get for you?"

"I only came here for the lobsters." And she licked her lips in a lunatic way that made my heart work in a reversed mechanism. How can she be so charming, when she's being silly?

When the lobsters greeted our table, she said she doesn't give a damn if I judged her eating habits (using her fingers). I did the unexpected, however, and copied her, so she would feel at home. She smiled at me, and I was seriously full. Food had no taste anymore. Is that what love feels like? Like a taste that makes anything else placid. I am confused but happy.

I drove her home. And waited until she went inside her building and took the elevator. It's a tragedy I live somewhat far from her neighborhood. I should buy something close from here. So close that I can see her window every day, and even get a glimpse of her every time she passes by it. I grinned at what a stalker I turned out to be. Tomorrow I start my hunt for a real state. I just love New York.