Get what you give

At one point last year, I was dating W, but still seeing my ex. And then I told W that he and I were giving it another go, and for some reason, W has still stuck around. Well, the guy who I went out with for drinks a couple nights ago just gave me a little taste of my own medicine. He's getting back together with his ex. It hurts, we had a good first date, we were going to go sledding and on culinary adventures together, but because there is so much power in old relationships, he chose a second chance with her. He said he wanted to be friends, I replied I wasn't really interested. I've got enough friends, I was looking for something more. And I can't really be mad at him, I've done the same thing. There was just a lot of reason to hope, what with the competitive Boggle score and witty repartee.

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W W & I K T W L sparks. I H V day. Since the most recent lesson is that there is such thing as sharing too much, I've decided to start doing mad-lib entries at some point...invent myself a form(ula) for recapping the day in a witty way. Maybe think a little bit about Ira Glass.

The post in which the hummus is room-temperature

I woke up at six. Then hit snooze till seven. Then set another alarm for seven fifteen as I laid in bed and listened to WYPR. And at some point between 7:06 and 7:12 I realized they were listing school closings. Begrudgingly, I put toasty toes to frosty floor and looked through my blinds to see a blanket of snow. Which made me feel like this. Well, that and all of the crying last night. I really have to talk to W on Saturday, because I am not over this past relationship, and it's so clear to me that he's at a point where he's ready to date again, and take those risks, and I am simply not. Of course, nothing is simple at this point, and maybe that's my own doing, yet I don't think this ever could have been simple. I'd like to let the readers know that I'm excited to have you along for the ride, poorly-written, self-centered, and overly analytical it may be.