8.27.2002 4:58 pm

Well, I think it's safe to say that the Andrew thing has been blown. Not that there have been any developments, it has just all become crystal clear. Well, not exactly crystal clear, maybe semi-foggy. But I know I've learned a few things.

1. Do NOT go to my fellow romantically-challenged friends for advice. They haven't a clue to what they're talking about. I'm better off listening to my own conscience because, let me remind you, I have had (a) boyfriend(s). They have not.

2. Next time, go right to Nanny. Because unlike my prude friends, she is married and loves her husband very much. Therefore, it is obvious she knows what she's talking about.

I think what really sucks most, the one thing that pisses me off, is that if I had just listened to my head (and trust me, the heart totally agreed with the head), I might still have had at least a CHANCE with him. But no, I had to once again be reminded why I should NEVER do things my friends tell me to do when I know I shouldn't. Which is because they're always wrong. And now, as it turns out, if I had just gone to Nanny (whose advice I value higher than my friends anyway), she would have told me to do exactly what I wanted to do: WAIT.

I mean, what idiot calls people on the phone to tell them they like them? MY FRIENDS. And just look at them.

So next time I like someone (which, since I am now traumatized, will probably never happen again) I'm going straight to Nanny.

Not that I'm mad at my friends.

And now I have a new appreciation for the song "If I Could Turn Back Time" and "I'm an Asshole."