Addendum

Apparently, W also kissed me on the mouth when I finally agreed to let him have the collectable Killer Bunnies/Battlestar Galactica card Squeak had gotten and given to me a few weeks ago. Lui swears he saw this; I have no memory of it (and judging by my reaction to the outside kiss, you would think I would remember). But somehow the multiplicity of the moment - along with the fact that I'm totally drawing a blank on half of it - along with Lui having seen it therefore making it not quite as illicit or stolen as I'd thought previously - makes it less exciting overall. So now I need a new moment to glory in.

Enter the new moment, when in the course of one evening, my dad's totally-moronic-yet-somehow-awesome kid brother told me that he's liked me much better the last few times I've been out here ("You used to be one of those Beverly Hills snobs; I'm glad you've grown up since then"), and said uncle's incredibly-attractive-for-an-older-man, retired cop friend told me, like, respectfully, how pretty I am (during a routine conversation about the nose job I want but will never dare to get).

I'll take what I can get, whenever, however, from whomever I can get it.

Oh and P.S.: During the three days I was in the city, I saw about 20 guys who were just like W - the sense of style, the attitude, the hat - they're frickin' everywhere. Thus, we can all be reminded that I don't want him per se; I just want a New Yorker. Always have, prolly always will.

Right. Now that that's all clear, back to planning a wedding with the Brit who lacks all of these qualities, but who, even when we've been arguing, still holds me every night.