Remember how last week I’d said that Chris knows how to give good romance? Well, apparently so does Logan. Sweet: calling Rory from London and insisting she run to the rooftop to watch a meteor shower together. (One question: England is five hours ahead. Would they really be able to see it at the same time?) Even sweeter: finding Logan there, along with a candlelit dinner and trees decorated with white lights. No real meteor shower, but sparks do fly between the two. Now, I’ve always admitted that I am not a Logan fan. But I am impressed by his efforts. So imagine how annoyed I am when Rory turns out to be the big baby. Who cares if one of Logan’s business partners is a hot blonde who uses her long, sexy legs to close deals. (Freud would have a field day with that one. And maybe with the pickles in Stars Hollow, too. What was the point of that?) Well, OK, I can see why Rory would be threatened, considering Logan never mentioned that Bobby was a woman. (Not like Bobby ...
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