I've been shacked up with Ari for four nights in a row. In the process, I have mostly conquered my boy-induced insomnia, at least with this one. On day I woke up and asked him if I could call him my boyfriend now, which he accepted. Phew, he's not too radical to reject labels or some shit like that. We both used it in context that day, it fits nicely.

Once this was established, I asked him if he wanted to go to Jenny's wedding in LA. This question caused me some concern, too much too soon? Do I want to ask him many weeks in advance, knowing we could break up before it comes, making me ultra-sad when I down alone? But he effortlessly answered yes. This thrills me because he will meet all my Jenn-related friends, who are as scattered as grandmother's pearls. I almost put +1 on my invitation, before I even met Ari. I felt him in advance, like when you see the water in your glass rippling, and you know a T. Rex is lumbering towards you and will soon eat your head.