Miami was just what I needed. The right combination of cocktails and sunny weather kept my mind as far away from X as it could be. I even tried to scope out potential cute boys, without success (damn the bar X set with his devastatingly perfect features)! I can't promise that I was completely mature, as I was sure to fill in X's roommate (one of our shared friends) on all the elaborate details of my trip and concoct frequent social media status updates for X to see. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when Tuesday morning upon my return, an IM from X pops up on my computer. This is the first time we've made contact since the big day. I have to say though, it wasn't as weird as I thought it would be. Sure it was an impersonal instant message where he asked me questions about unemotional topics and I didn't reciprocate with any questions, but still, I was ok. He was himself, a good guy. I only got the urge to kick him in the balls twice for still putting me in this position. This sounds like major progress.
