So. I left at the end of my long stint of work in Pittsburgh fairly convinced that I had to settle for having a great new friend. I thought that'd be enough.
The problem is that I've come back for Thanksgiving with my family, and I got to see him tonight (well, yesterday, now), and there's just no getting around it: I still dig him way more than I should.
If only he weren't so nice and dreamy. It makes my chest hurt, dammit.