You’ve never met me, huh? 
That’s part of the cure. You’ll be too busy feeling bad from al those symptoms to feel bad over the broken heart.
Alternatively, I recommend wallowing in it. Try renting a bunch of real shitty movies and try listening to the cheesiest possible music. After about two days, you’ll be so nauseated by it that you’ll be back to normal.
My friend has lent me the 1st season of Charmed which is actually about as nauseating as anything. Plus throwing balled up socks at Shanen Doherty when she come’s on scree is farily distracting.
Nope - wanna fix that??
That’s a good start, but I recommend something even cheesier. Try some of those awful Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks movies or better yet a Lifetime movie of the week. If you can coordinate this with some cheesy love songs from the 80s playing in the background, you may just hit that critical overload needed for full recovery.
Shoot, its open flirting season for us pathetic guys? Why don’t people tell me these things!
So… how you d… oh wait, that ones been nipped in the bud already. How about ‘Your breasts look like they need readjusting.’
I took up horseback riding after a bad breakup. Actually, the breakup itself wasn’t so bad (it was pretty civil). The bad thing was that I realized (after the breakup) that I’d become one of those girls who knew all her friends through her boyfriend, spent all my freetime with my boyfriend, my hobbies were those of my boyfriend, and, once I had no boyfriend, I had very little to do with myself.
So I decided to try something I’d never gotten around to. It was great. Horses may not be your thing, but the reason they worked for me is that it was a social outlet (I had group lessons and everyone at the barn was very friendly), it was intense physical activity (always good from getting your mind off moping), It was just scarey enough that I couldn’t mope (I had to pay attention or I’d end up in the dirt), and I felt accomplishment after every ride (great for that post break up low self esteem). Any other activity with those elements would do wonders.
You know, elbows I thought that was a pretty good post. I had two bad losses in the last couple of weeks and reading your post was really comforting so thanks. Even though you didn’t mean it for me in particular I’m sure you won’t mind if I steal the advice.
Really? Are you a doctor?
May help- possibly not.
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you was something I had no control over.”
Ticker tape.
Churneth the butter. Whippeth the cream. Beateth the batter. Kneadeth the dough. Ploweth the back acres. Pusheth back the bush and tilleth the gentle slopes. It’s not what the kids are calling it (I’m fairly certain I’m your age or older), it’s just good, wholesome, domestic work.
WHOLESOME!!! I have no interest, whatsoever, in activities that are WHOLESOME.
Sheesh! What kind of girl do you think I am??
Well, it looks like I have a date next Thursday (apparenlty), so perhaps that will help.
Next Thursday?
Not too shabby, Alice.
Well, we’ll see.
I know absolutely nothing, whatsoever about this guy, other than he works in Kevlar. I’m not even sure if that means he wears it to work, as in works IN Kevlar, or if he sells it or something, as in works in KEVLAR, and he’s 6’ tall.
Apparently he’s peripherally related to a co-worker of my sister in law.
It’s almost farcical, really.
shrugs One person’s wholesome is another’s licentious.
Have fun Thurs! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
Licentious I can get behind.
Thursday should be…interesting.
He could be a fish monger. Or oyster shucker. They were Kevlar gloves in order to keep from cutting off fingers.
He could work in armor, as you suggest, either while wearing or selling it.
He could work with high performance automotive, marine, or aerospace composites.
I bet you are hoping for oyster shucker.
I am a fan of fresh seafood…