Any other Monday morning about this time I would probably be raising my Mountain Dew in a mock toast to the PepsiCo sign off the Jones Falls Expressway as it sailed past at 60 miles per hour. If this were another day, I might not have been plodding so heavily across the parking lot from my car into the office. Unfortunately this morning I had to drop a beautiful young lady off at BWI airport for a 7:25 am flight back to Milwaukee.

Every day that goes by, I realize that Fate must get a real kick out of arranging my life to her own amusement. Case in point: I find this amazing girl who I absolutely love talking to and being around. We come from totally different lives, but we have just about everything under the sun in common with each other. We both happen to be fire-spinning, pub-frequenting burning geeks who dig beef and broccoli and lettuce wraps, love our cars and our web pages more than almost anything in the world and have an unquenchable need to expand everyone’s horizons. We hit it off from the very beginning, then find out shortly after that we’ve both had a huge crush on each other from months before we really got a chance to know each other. We’re amazingly happy when we’re together (time alone to read email has it's place, of course), and my friends, housemates and my family all think she’s great. So do I.

And that, of course, must why she has to live all the way out in Milwaukee. Can't she hear the siren call of Baltimore tugging her eastward?

Suz drove out to the district again this weekend for the Anti-IMF and Anti-Globalization protests in a minivan full of activist UWM students. I finally got to introduce Suz and my mother over dinner in Fells Point, spend a day out walking and taking pictures of the protesters on the streets of D.C. and party the night away at Passion in Baltimore on Saturday. Dinner on Sunday at P. F. Chang's topped off the weekend and I can easily say that we had an absolutely fantastic time. With all these great things happening, every time we see each other I think maybe the goodbyes at the airport or in the parking lot will be a little easier to make or the days after we go our own ways will be a little less gloomy, but they never are. Excuse me while I go mope now.

I love you, Karen Suzanne. You know that?

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