Scott met me on Thursday, and we stayed at a nice apartment on the Upper West Side. His aunt was housesitting two apartments, so we had one to ourselves. He is such a keeper. I really like him. We talked a bit about whether we are going to stay together when I move there, and I think we both want to. He can travel easily and for free, so we'll still see each other. And I decided I want to have sex with him. We haven't yet, really, not real sex anyway. I want to. I'm ready to, with him. I have had sex before, but I wanted to make sure I wanted to with him, and now I know. I knew in New York, but I don't know that he was sure, and we didn't have all the necessary supplies. But I know I want to now. I'm really happy about things. It's finally working beautifully.

I didn't get to see Steve while I was in New York. I tried, but we didn't really get in touch the night we were supposed to see each other. That kind of sucks. But I'll be back, and I'll see him soon enough. I think he's mad at me though. I wish he wasn't.

Scott and I went to PS1 yesterday. I love that museum. They really put up some of the most innovative AND interesting artwork of any museum I've ever been to. We went to the Guggenheim later that day, and it just couldn't compare. I'm really not too fond of that place. It's so sterile and unfriendly. There's no exploration encouraged there. Sure, the architecture is nice, but I couldn't feel comfortable there. And the exhibit that's up now is boring and repetetive. PS1 was much more interesting.

I'm tired. I want to see Scotty. I want things to go as nicely as they have.

I want Chris to call. I know he won't. I don't want him to, but I also do. It's confusing, I know. I feel comfortable never speaking to him again, but I still want him to grow up and change and become a nice guy, a friend, a human. It's not going to happen. I saw his ex-girlfriend in New York, Meghan. She wasn't what I was expecting. She was so interesting it killed me. I liked her, but I can't believe she fell for Chris' charm. I really can't.