Did I say three? Make that five.

Yesterday I was made aware that an acquaitance I met in NYC is "interested" in me. I was told this information by his friend, another guy whom I met under the same circumstances and who also feels the same way.

In my effort to be genial, I seem to have given both of them the opinion (or they just decided to act on their instincts) that I felt the same way.

Honestly they both have great qualities although my informant has a much more dark sense of humor than even I am accustomed BUT given the facts that all three of us are attending b-school I didn't think any of them would give a second thought to making a move. Afterall, Mr. Pretty Boý Harvard certainly gave up after I waited one day to respond to his text.

Now I'm getting phone calls that sound like interviews because they delve into my likes, dislikes and future goals and requests to meet up before school begins. I can't take the pressure!!! But most importantly I don't want to come between friends. My motto has always been "friends before men." Ok, so not officially that, but it will be from here on out.