“Good things come to those who wait…”

…said the crazy Russian I met at the Town Tavern in the West Village. He said we couldn’t possibly be more perfect for each other – he, a carpenter, and I, an architect – and he is so glad he’s finally found me. He proceeded to promise to build me a castle. And called me 4 times the following weekend, leaving 3 messages. I never went out with him. (Incidentally, I also haven’t gone back to the Town Tavern, and miss their fried mac n cheese dearly.)

Find out what I was waiting for here.