“It’s been a torrid love affair. I think it’s getting serious.”

I wish that I could take credit for the above statement, because I think it’s brilliant, but it was actually uttered by my best friend while we were sitting in The Volstead sipping Ketel One and soda this past Friday evening.

This weekend marked the one year anniversary of her coming to stay with me in New York City after I was all moved into my precious little Carrie Bradshaw-esque studio (which I am still happily residing in today). It was also the one year anniversary of her first time at Dorrian’s and the one year anniversary of first time she fell in love with this city. (The two just may be intertwined.) It’s a year later and she’s been living here for two months, yet it still doesn’t feel real. DCT.

It was also a celebration of sorts because it got me to thinking about how much can happen in a year. I had drinks with the lovely Preppy in the City on Friday and we got to talk about her wonderful boyfriend. It’s such a rare delight to talk to someone in a genuinely good relationship. Afterwards, I attended an engagement party for a darling girl I know through my father. The three of us sat in his office a few days ago and she told all about the proposal. I thanked her for reminding me that there are still great guys out there. When I greeted the groom-to-be, I congratulated him and asked him how he was. His response? “I’m thrilled! I’m ENGAGED!” It lit up my heart to see the two of them so happy.

To hear about one blissful couple and then to spend time with another just moments later… it was really good for me. I needed that. The reminder that it’s out there. It happens.

As for me... here's what I've learned. My experiences have caused me to grow up and gain new perspective, but no date or relationship can truly change me. I will always buy pretty lingerie for no reason. I will always write love letters. I will always believe that I can have the fairy tale. No guy can ever alter any of that because it is the very core of me, and I'm not willing to give up that hopelessly romantic part of my heart.

Have I met the MOMD yet? Maybe. Is he somewhere reading this very blog? Perhaps. I really don’t know. And that’s the beauty of it.

Indeed, it’s been a torrid love affair. Absolutely thrilling. And I do believe it just might be getting serious. I’ll keep you posted.