Let's get engaged and ask the NY Times to run the announcement

Sent two days ago:

Dear Zach,

I am hopelessly addicted to your blog, and I think I kind of love you. Just thought I'd let you know.

- Jess

Received today:

Dearest Jess,

I'm hopelessly addicted to barbituates, and I think I kind of love gin. I'm not sure who's worse off between the two of us.

Thanks for reading, glad you like it, hope I continue to meet your expectations, and your blog is neato too.

- Zach

P.S. I'm not doing a post tonight. Too tired. You are the only reader or person on
the planet who knows this besides me. Cherish this exclusivity.

Now, on to the subject of real-life crushes. After seeing gym guy at the gym and Key Food two days ago and in my subway car this morning, I have decided that he needs to break up with his girlfriend, like, NOW. I will be informing him of this next time I see him. Okay, I won't, but maybe I'll muster up a "hi," because I've decided that the only way to find a guy in New York without commitment issues is to steal one from someone else.