Thanks for nothing, Amazon.

The Ferrari is back and it's all Amazon.com's fault. If that damn book wasn't on damn backorder, none of this would have happened. I would've deleted his emails and ignored his phone calls. I would have said to myself, "Self! He's just not that into you." But thanks to Amazon's slow-ass order-filling, I stupidly answered the phone and now we're having dinner.

Across the city, my friends all just had strokes. But not to worry, my peeps. Next month he's moving really far away. Not quite Korea-far, but across-the-country-far. And do we all know why? BECAUSE HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO ME. Let's make it a drinking game!

So it's just dinner. Dinner, and then he's gone. For reals this time. Forever. The only reason I'm meeting him at all is to say goodbye. And I'm stopping at Barnes & Noble first.