My First Winter
I put off journaling for the past few months because I've had a lot going on. That, and denial is a powerful state to be in. It started off with October, when I went on an unassuming date to La Pecora Bianca and somehow fell into a love affair with Xavier Westergaard, a 6'2, Jewish, wealthy, smart, devastatingly handsome guy who also happens to be a weirdo. So naturally, I fell for him quickly and almost as hard as I fell for Matt. I hadn't felt that way about anyone since Matt, not even Sam Aronson, who I thought I liked as much as Matt... but it turns out, I didn't. Things with X, as I like(d) to call him, moved really, really quickly. By the second date, I was no longer talking to any other guys. He met my roommates, and they liked him. Then my mom and grandparents came to town, and he met them too. He said he loved them and had a great time. Then, he took me to Williamsburg where we walked around and he read me the signs in Hebrew and Yiddish. We talked about everyt...