i was back in the city last summer and met up with a old flame. it's a classic girl wants to keep in touch (what, under the guise of being modern pen pals which you secretly hope provides an honest, open and frequent correspondence which turns into a relationship?), guy doesn't - either because he's bad at correspondence or he doesn't want to. either way, i didn't get a sense he was going out of his way to see me. but then he'll surprise me with comments like 'it's nice to hear your voice' and throw us right back to high school again.

it was a few days after labour day and we were both in the city with a free afternoon. so we meet up and he suggests we got to the met and moma. which for me is perfect date suggestion. it's the first time i've ever wandered through a gallery holding hands with a boy. it was nice. and i suppose for one afternoon i became one half of those sickening couples you come across, the arms wrapped around each other whilst standing in front of a piece. i can't believe i wandered around moma with some guy's hand on my butt and my hand under his shirt and i liked it.

we end up at trader joe's to pick up supplies and as his folks were in long island for the weekend we took over their kitchen and living room. it ended up being one of the best days i've had in a long time.