The true story of one woman's quest for love, lust, and adventure.

* The story so far: After a great date (finally!) with hottie director Jackson and a new intensity with semi-ex Ben, Maggie has mixed feelings about playing the field.

sunday

Jackson left for Los Angeles a few days after our date, but we've been exchanging late-night E-mails.(Well, late for me since he's three hours behind.) He filled me in on the Playboy Mansion parties he went to (said the centerfolds were overrated--ha!). He was on his way to a Buffy the vamprice Slayer cast party but said he'd call when he got back to NYC tomorrow. Swear I didn't dream this.

tuesday

Jackson still hasn't called, which is odd. Left him a welcome-back message on his cell and told him I wanted to see him. Spent the rest of the night practicing bass and writing silly songs about men who don't call when they say they will. Am convinced I've written the next "I Will Survive." Played it for my sister, Micha, who thinks I may have been suffering from delusions of grandeur. Went to bed imagining that he'd hooked up with Sarah Michelle Gellar or Miss October and decided to stay in L.A.

wednesday

Still no word. Had plans to meet up with some friends, and they unwittingly chose a place in Jackson's hood. So I decided to play sane grown-up and called his cell to invite him to join us. He actually answered the phone and then claimed he was on the other line. Told me to ring him hack on his landline in 10 minutes.