Last night I was sitting in the back of the stretch limo all dolled up in a new dress and sipping champagne on the way to a bar in Hollywood when I stopped and thought to myself, "This can't really be happening. This isn't my life."

By the end of the night he had given up on being discreet. I'm hoping it's going to be "out of sight, out of mind", because I don't want to be distracted from life by someone on the other side of the country. Unfortunately, he's absolutely adorable and unbelievably sweet- plus, there's that accent.

Three more days until I head back to Pittsburgh. I miss all my CMU friends, but it's hard to leave everything here.