You're so right. I'm fucking insane.
He asked me about my plans, and I told him I was heading to New York for a family trip, leaving on a red eye after Thanksgiving dinner. He offered to drive me to the airport.
"Aw, that's so sweet but I don't want you to have to leave your plans."
"I don't really have any plans...Actually, this is my first year on my own for the holidays."
Oh fuck. That's right. Last year he was married.
My Jewish instincts kicked in: MUST FEED STRANGERS!
That was a week ago. And now it's here...and we're still hanging out. And he's still game to come, despite me letting him know it would be okay to bail at any time.
So, um...Happy Thanksgiving! Wish me luck.