I experienced a first on New Years Eve. I was told for the first time by a guy that he loved me. Too bad of course that he is George the cook and although he is very cute,he is also MARRIED and has kids. He was up to his usual flirty ways and trying to go out with me. But then when I'm grabbing my food he says to me "Katie, I think I'm falling in love. What about you?" I held back my laugh and said "Let me think about it." Then I left. Next time I was getting food he looks at me and says. "Katie..I love you." And I just smile and say "Thank you." and turn around and return to my customers.

This is supposed to be a very important moment for me. But just like all the important events in my life it's all wrecked and out of order. I got my first kiss after I lost my virginity. I got the infamous three words in the kitchen while I'm busy working. At least I'm happy that I didn't get my "I Love You" as a simple way to get in my pants the first time like you see in all the cheesy teen movies. The way that George is going about things he just looks so sad. Is he that desperate to get a piece?