Thursday evening, Mr. #6 became Mr. #13 over drinks at a cute but freezing bar in Ann Arbor (I kept my hat on the whole time. Lucky for me it's cute.).
Mr. #13 and I had a lot to catch up on; since our last date, he went skiing for a week and I defended my dissertation. We had great conversation with no lulls and no "get me out of here" moments, at least not on my part. I was totally, strikingly honest about my plan to find a big, tremendous love in 2012. He's also in the market for big love, and while I'm not completely sure we are this for each other, I think there will be a #3 with this guy.
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