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Ms. New York was pretty much unavailable while on vacation, so I took up with others. I liked Ms. Comedian, but she was on the road in Japan. Ms. Lawyer and I continued our online relationship while she was in Florida with her mother. We agreed to meet in person when she was back in Los Angeles. However, she was busy so we were to play it by ear. No problem here, because I already had a date set up with Ms. Comedian this Thursday evening, and with our friend, Ms. Beverly Hills.

At last, Wednesday comes along. Ms. Lawyer is supposed to be booked all week, but decides at the last minute that she can fit me into her schedule. I told her that I was available last minute, as I kept my schedule open during the week after work in hopes of meeting her. I left work after her unexpected phone call, got home and had an hour to get ready. I decided to check my e-mail. While doing this, I received an I.M. from Ms. Beverly Hills confirming plans for Thursday evening with her and Ms. Comedian. I confirmed but was rushed. We bantered back and forth. She said that Ms. Comedian says hello. I told her to tell her hello, and that I thought she was cute. I hadn’t realized that they were I.M.'ing me together, but I shortly caught on. They started asking a lot of questions regarding my relationship with Ms. New York and whether I was still chatting with her. I evaded the question by typing, “I can only I.M. one person at a time or I would have carpal tunnel syndrome.”

Suddenly, Ms. New York saw me online and started I.M.’ing me. I hadn’t heard much from her since she got back in town. She had gotten caught up with the drama of her ex, and then she had gotten sick. So I was surprised to hear from her, but she was back to her flirty fun self. She had obviously worked through her issues with her ex, and was back into me, go figure. Her timing couldn’t have been worse. She was confirming the dates that she was coming to Los Angeles to visit me the following weekend.

I had 30 minutes until my date with Ms. Lawyer. I raced around getting ready, I.M.’ing both, when I received a third I.M. from Ms. New Orleans. I about had a heart attack. The first woman I ever answered an online ad to three years ago. She started I.M.’ing me. What a coincidence! Or was it? We never dated. She was too old and passed me on to X-#1. We became fast friends, but we hadn’t talked since X- #1 and I broke up.

I started freaking out; this was all too weird. Then suddenly my computer died. I looked down. My friend’s cats who were staying with me accidentally stepped on the power cord and disconnected everything! I was in shock, and I began laughing. I now had 20 minutes until my date with Ms. Lawyer.

I rebooted the computer, logged back online to see that Ms. New York and Ms. Beverly Hills/Ms. Comedian had logged off. I I.M.’ed Ms. New Orleans, explained what occurred, and ended that I.M. immediately. I sent the other two e-mails explaining what had happened. I was exhausted at this point. I finished getting ready and raced off to meet Ms. Lawyer.

I was a nervous wreck. I calmed myself down in the parking lot, and walked into Lola’s Restaurant to meet Ms. Lawyer ten minutes late. This does not look good, but isn’t bad, considering what I had just been through. I looked around and didn’t see her. I scanned the bar again. This time I saw a striking girl at the bar, and realized that it was her. “Wow” is all that I said as I walked over to her. We hugged, said hello, and ordered drinks. We had an amazing time, and we got along splendidly, talking for hours, drinking way too much. Then somehow, I agreed to go back to her house. I don’t know how, and I don’t care why, but I was  happy.

I followed her home, parked, and went inside. We decided that it was best if we both drank water. I walked around, looked at her cute apartment, and played with her adorable kitties. We listened to music and talked. Suddenly she walked up to me and started kissing me. It was a great moment; then she looked at me and said, “Were you ever going to kiss me?” I said no. She laughed and said, “I could tell.” We fooled around for a little bit and before I knew it, it was 2 a.m. I had to work in the morning. I liked her. She liked me. So I left and went home.

I was in heaven in my mind, walking down my hallway. I was replaying the events of the evening in my head, only to stumble across two boxes outside my front door with a note that read:

"Accidentally grabbed these, thought they were mine. Please leave my x-mas box

  outside your door. ~X-#2."

I was in shock. That crazy woman had the nerve to drop my stuff on my doorstep with me coming home after another amazing evening with a woman, only to make me feel as if X-#2 and I broke up again for the zillionth time! I suddenly became angry. I pulled my stuff inside the door, picked up the phone to call her, but decided not to. I sat down at my computer to e-mail her, but decided against that. That is when I found a sweet e-mail from Ms. Lawyer stating what a wonderful evening she had. I responded with a similar e-mail; it was clear that we were smitten with one another.

I decided to ignore X-#2. In fact, I never responded either way. I did e-mail Ms. New York about what had occurred, because we are tight about stuff like that and she is going through a similar thing.