Love is in the air

Ah February, the month of love...its very approach fills The Roni with thoughts of roses and chocolates and tender kisses. It's true, Dear Readers, The Roni loves love. She may be a cynic in every other way, but if there's one thing that turns her into a puddle of goo with a big butt, it's true love.
And right now it appears that love abounds! Even The Roni has found herself surrounded by love, albeit in the form of multiple inappropriate crushes. Boys just can't stop being cute and nice to The Roni and she just can't stop forming big, whopping crushes on them! And she's not alone - everywhere around her, her Close Personal Friends are falling prey to the swan song of l'amour. I don't know what's in the air (love?) or what's in the water (some kind of chemical causing a strange allergic reaction of love?), but I like it. So this year, let's try something different; let's put our bitter, jaded cynicism on the shelf and take our newfound love of love to bed.
Speaking of attempts to get into bed, I have for you some much-needed Blind Items!

Which member of the Panty Posse reached a major milestone over break and called The Roni to leave her a message giving her a heads up?

Cheers to Greek Gods for finding new girlfriends...in four days. The Roni had no idea it was possible to fall in like so quickly, but if anyone could do it, this serial dater could. Now hook The Roni up with her med student friends!

Violets to GW for throwing a sick party at his sick apartment last night! He may not be a breeder, but The Roni loves any man who bakes homemade bread for the tea sandwiches he has strategically spread on trays amongst multiple trays of homemade sweets. The Roni was particularly partial to the mini key lime tarts. And the cookies. And the Fritos. Oh yes, you know The Roni loves Fritos. Thank you, GW; if you ever change teams, call me. I'll eat whatever you bake.

Which of The Roni's new major crush objects found himself leaving the best bar review ever, going to a late night dance party in a stranger's apartment with two friends, leaving - but only with one friend, having lost the other - only to make the brilliant decision to hop a train in order to cross a bridge. The Roni thinks this was maybe the product of impaired judgment, and she disapproves because there's nothing she likes less than having a crush object killed in a freak train accident (if I had a nickel for every time that happened...). But she will let it slide this once because he (foolishly!) allowed her to...wait for it...cut his hair...into a Mohawk! Awesome.

We have a new named member of the Close Intimate Friends - congrats to Self-Created Drama (that's her Indian name) for making it into the ranks of people who find themselves in situations so ridiculous that The Roni can't help but write about it on her oh-so-public ether-manse. And thank you to Self-Created Drama for finding herself, yet again, entwined in "Are We or Aren't We?" drama! The Roni doesn't know what's going on either, but she loves the drama.

Ok, I think that does it. If you remember some drama that The Roni doesn't, let me know. For now, remember to love love! February may be short, but it can be a long, cold, lonely month, and I don't know about you, but I am certainly hoping someone will give me a teddy bear and some chocolates to keep me warm at night. Happy Hunting!