Just, you know, FYI . . .

WR and I have broken up.

It was all very civil and friendly-like, on account of I had already gotten most of the crying out of my system already. Things had been rocky for a while and we both realized it was time to call it.

Also, it feels a bit liberating and hopeful to realize that it's meant to be better than this--that we're meant to be happier than we have been these past few months. And it feels good to know that I will feel that way eventually, even though I'm sad that it couldn't be with WR.

Only this is not the place for the badmouthing of WR, so please nobody do it or I'll have to get all censory on you. We're still friends, we still have all the same friends, he reads this blog, and I'm not about to make this into some big dramatic sides-taking thing when it just isn't. This is me taking the high road and being a mature and self-actualized individual. If there are things you feel you must say, my email address is in my profile.

Of course, now I'm becoming reacquainted with the brick-sucking crap that is being single. For the past 7 months I've had this protective buffer where it didn't matter that the world is full of idiot men because I didn't actually have to have any dealings with them. Now it DOES matter again. A lot.

A random guy called up and asked me out and I couldn't just say, "Sorry, I'm dating someone." I had to say, "Sorry, I just ended a relationship and I'm sort of a mess right now and not at all interested in dating, but thank you." This didn't make a dent with this man, who then went on to ask if it matters to me that he's 40 years old. And shorter than me. And crazy. And could he call me next month, then.

A guy I've never even met before just out of nowhere walked up to me yesterday while I was making a sandwich (a big group of us were at a friend's for lunch). Without even saying hello or introducing himself he demanded that I tell him how old I am. He has no idea how close I came to using my tomato-slicing knife on a completely different set of globular surfaces right then. As it was, he must have sensed danger when I snarled, "Why do you want to know?" He didn't come near me the rest of the day. Smart lad.

On the bright side, my blog should start making for some better reading. Because I'm pretty sure that the Bitter Spinster version of me is more entertaining than the blissfully-happy-in-love version, or the miserable-and-insecure-in-slowly-dying-relationship version.

Bring it on.

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